Past-Present-Future (+), Voyage of Discovery

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Many thanks to those readers who have sent emails expressing the hope that I will be feeling better soon. 

Like so many people around the world - of all socio-political-religious persuasions - I can but do my best to rise the daily battles imposed by the scarily fast moving Covid-19 variant, and suspect it is much the same for most, if not all of us, in the sense that it remains a case of our winning one here, losing another there… 

Yesterday, I had to use public transport (London Underground) for further treatment for an obstinate ear infection. I then had to go to the building next door for a PSA test prior to a telephone appointment with my prostate cancer consultant next week. Today, I will venture out again (locally this time) for my first Covid-19 vaccination. (I checked with Oncology staff first that it was ok to have the two within 24 hours of each other.) 

So, hopefully, I will soon start to feel at least more positive about everyday life than during the same period than I am right now; public transport can be so scary at the moment all the while a significant number of people still do not wear their masks properly. 

I will let you know tomorrow how I get on with having the vaccination this afternoon, although I am not worried about having it, only a little concerned that Government here has chosen to ignore WHO advice regarding the spacing out of both jabs. 

Take care, be safe, and let's all keep looking on the bright(er) side of life...whatever.

Hugs, 

Roger 

PAST-PRESENT-FUTURE (+), VOYAGE OF DISCOVERY 

Yesterday I thought
I caught a scent of spring in the air,
a sense of new beginnings
and starting over, no more running
for cover
from a coronavirus wreaking chaos
and pain to households
across the world left struggling to survive
against uncertain odds 

Today, I looked out
upon on a bleak, wintry landscape.
and all but cursed
an imagination promising kinder days,
as if mind-body-spirit
ever stood a chance of beating any odds
till a posthumous consciousness awoke in me
a native stubbornness 

Memories, flooding back
images of loved ones, past and present,
fighting odds,
(winning, losing, passing on the poetry
of love evergreen)
in such shades of hope and Peace on Earth
as humanity dreams,
even as it seems to be drifting beyond the reach
of everyday timelines 

Ah, but an eternal springtime
of the heart is one whose wintry seasons
are but uninvited guests
passing through, no welcome extended
nor invitation
to linger longer than nature intends, humanity
assuming centre-stage
for its Here-and-Now, a place long since reserved
in living Memory 

Wherever the human heart passes on its humanity,
discover the in-depth meaning of eternity 

Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021