No wind

There’s no wind today but evil still blows

over the land like a tidal wave

and it lifts and scatters the foundations of life

to make humans behave in the strangest of ways.

Soon what is strange will turn into norms

practiced with vigour day in and day out

and perceived freedom will turn into chains

to secure one and all to instability.

There’ll be no place to land and believe

love prevails and kindness exists

and the caring that once enabled true growth

will simply be incomprehensible.

But we’re not there yet, not yet, not yet,

and so of the wind let it blow gratitude

and belief in the power to be like a tree

with roots sunk deep in goodness and grace.

Goodness and grace?  Can it be, can it be?

Oh, can it, can it, ever ere be?

Twisted world

It’s a twisted world that cannot be

straightened out by humankind

because the twist made firm and strong

simply cannot be undone

by the good and true.

They stress and strain, pull and tug,

and sweet talk till exhausted

but the twist simply smiles

and lives another day.

The twist elusive snakes its way

in no particular order

across the countries of the world

relentless in its quest.

Oh, yes, it ties us up in knots

and, yes, we turn this way/that

in attempts to be as once was made

but really it’s to no avail.

There is a secret, yes, there is

to resisting and indeed preventing

that twist from gaining ground

but I can’t tell you what to do.

If I could I’d simply say … pray.