Past-Present-Future in a Nutshell

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As the variant strain of Covid-19 continue to rise in the UK and other parts of the world at an alarming rate, many households are living in fear; one of humanity’s oldest enemies, fear can only be defeated by positive thinking mindset that has hope on its side and refuses to let fear get the upper hand. Easier said than done, of course, but positives will always have the edge over negatives; while there is nothing negative about the strength of any power fear may have over any one of us, the redeeming power of hope is far stronger for its being a positive source of support to mind-body-spirit. 

There are times, of course, when hope fails us, but its strengths remain to see us through any sense of grief and loss, enabling us, in time, to reassert our faith in those same strengths (and people) who have supported us throughout. 

As regular readers know, I do not subscribe to any of the world religions, but neither am I atheist or agnostic. For me, a pantheist, God is nature. When I look at the natural world and its many strengths, not least in the arts of renewal and survival, I am reassured that life goes on, whatever… and it is down to humanity to take its cue accordingly by nurturing and believing in its finer life forces and our own.

No society or human being is perfect; we can only do our best. There will be times when even our best seems insufficient, even paltry in the grand scheme of things, but 'best' will always have the edge over 'worst' and any seeds it sows can but thrive and grow strong'... if not in our lifetime then in someone else's.

Be sure that Covid-19 may well be among humanity's worst invisible enemies, but it has plenty more invisible friends out there too, not the least of which has to be the hope that springs eternal... for the triumph of its better life forces over its worse when all's said and done.

PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE IN A NUTSHELL 

Peering through a wintry fog,
at blurred images fighting their way through,
the kinder seasons of yesteryear 

Candles in sand lighting a way
into memories of such love and friendship
as can hear Apollo laughing
for the sheer joy of staying alive in such kindred
hearts and minds as inherit
the sum of humanity’s more kindly experiences;
though mortality try to wipe
a person’s slate clean, trust others to have read
its Poetry of finer Life Forces
as carried over, gene to gene, century to century,
comprising a secret life history
of all humanity among archives meant for us all
to explore, try out for ourselves,
get a life, give meaning to a singular interpretation
of the same old (love) poem
as we can relate to it, and it to us, stanza for stanza
warts ‘n’ all, light ‘n’ darkness,
where the prevailing power of light as likely as not
will yet save the world, find Apollo sharing more laughs
than tears with all generations 

Generations, from one Here-and now
to another, each giving of their best to keep its lights
in our sights, as becomes Human Rights

 Copyright R. N. Taber, 2020