A Pandemic Virus

Life musings, Poetry

The world has gone mad, but

The finches still chirp at the feeder

So glad for a seed and some suet,

The sun shines today above cloudy

Gray skies, yet the fear and the tension

I sense in green eyes, on terse face

Makes mention of doubt. Have they no Father,

No God that is greater than pandemic

Viruses, rather self to trust. Have they

Not read in Psalm 46 the first verse that

The Lord stays the storm. He’s our refuge

And strength.

Be still and know.

Published by Karen Yoder

Join me for a cup of coffee and a bar of dark chocolate. We'll talk about -- well, what do you want to say? I'll listen. Teaching is my passion, reading my inspiration, writing - a creative outlet. And Jesus, my Redeemer. I lean hard. "For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." -Mary Oliver

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4 thoughts on “A Pandemic Virus”

  2. Yes! Yet somehow I long to better share the reason of inner calm … with the terse face, etc …
    You have a beautiful way with words friend!

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  3. Great writing piece. I enjoyed it.:)👌👌😊
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