Cornered OR Nil Desperandum
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Asked
how he was feeling at the height of the coronavirus pandemic, a neighbour
replied that he felt “Cornered. I never know from day to day how that day will
pan out and whether or not I will get through it in one piece, either
physically or mentally, but...” he added with a shrug, “I can’t stop the damn
virus, can I? I just have to get press
on and make the best of a bad job along with everyone else... I mean to say, let
it beat you and, well, you’re done for, aren’t you?”
Did anyone ever speak truer words...?
“Nil desperandum, - Never Despair. That is a motto for you and me. All are not dead; and where there is a spark of patriotic fire, we will rekindle it.” -
CORNERED or NIL DESPERANDUM
The
road is long, and crowded with faces
in
queues at bus stops, fashion stores,
train
stations, even for Covid vaccinations,
anything
to give mind-body-spirit a lift
to
such far-away places as we see in eyes
reflecting
daydreams, general hubbub
given
the old heave-ho just long enough to let
mind-body-spirit
grab some peace
The
road is long, like a tale we’re making up
as
we go along, no end in sight to make it
worth
the effort, uphill, down dale, on frantic
city
streets, lonely suburbs, leafy turnings,
sneering
passers-by enough to panic hearts
left
vulnerable by years of fake news rejecting
accusations
of intending more harm than good in
as
many real as digital communities
Yes,
the road has been long, and I'm left asking
myself,
whether I feel motivated enough
to
continue my journey from here, where I stand
at
the heart of No-Man’s Land or trust my feet
to
find a suitable escape route, but what chance
of
success where mind-body-spirit has tried
and
failed to achieve anything along such lines a
heroic
men and women in our fictions?
Time,
perhaps, to consider the role models we
choose,
we wannabe heroes, as we pursue
the
humdrum and hubbub of everyday life all art
forms
seek to encourage us to acknowledge
for
fantasy and draw us in while it may, if only
during
the kinder seconds-minutes-hours
of
days that would leave us feeling all but defeated
humiliated,
possibly broken-hearted?
Ah,
but artists, too, have role models into whom
they breathe
life, would give the Kiss of Life to any
relating more closely to near-death scenes than
any
celebration of life, for all its pitfalls, resolving
to
let peace, love, joy have stronger voices when
having
to make choices affecting loved -ones
no
less than ourselves, give humanity an opportunity
to
get the better of its egocentricity
Come Here-and-Now’s demanding we let it pass us by,
time,
perhaps, to be asking “Why...?
.
Labels: despair, faith, global consciousness, hope, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, pandemic, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, self-awareness, society, stoicism
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