In the Shadowed Passover of Fear
When facts become fear, pandemonium escalates;
likewise does the proliferation of its collateral damage
and the propensity of the word-play of contradictions:
“…we’re all in this together…social distancing…”
“…shelter-in-place…we’re all in this together…”
“…no problem…or a very small one…PPE…”
“…not on the rise…just an increase…”
In the midst of our modern-day pandemic crisis, we
must take the phrase, “…light at the end of the tunnel”,
as if it might be a “T-Surface Missile” coming at you
and there is no track-switch anywhere to be found.
We now know that facts may be uplifting or discouraging;
but they are facts and the fear is that they escalate as do
the rate and the rise of deaths associated with such facts.
And this is a fact, albeit it may be a bit too poly-analytical
with respect to our present crisis and new political dragnet.
So now, we find ourselves woven into nature’s reality
and God’s presence, discovering that although beauty
and love may be shielded and shadowed in the shade of fear,
they remain triumphantly present—forever burning bushes—
reminding us that we should not “…fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the plague that prowls
in darkness, nor the scourge that lays waste at noon…”; for we are
ever protected by Him who remains our “…buckler and shield.”
Reflecting on our Savior’s love and beauty, let us be forever mindful
that “…we have come over a way that with tears have been water…”
and are covered with the mud of courage, faith and undying hope;
thus, let us continue to live within our courage, faith and eternal hope,
surrounded by the security our God’s eternal love, beauty and grace.
Lets us not permit fear to cause our buoyancy of hope
to become a sink-hole of despaired hopelessness
and fading faithfulness; rather let us mount the sure-
footed elephants of God’s beauty and love and trek
beyond the children of Sisyphus…to the mountain top
of God’s grace. Let us forever be mindful that in this world,
there is no pandemic ugliness that can’t be resurrected
into the saving grace of God’s love and beauty.
Let us forever be mindful that the borders that hold us back
one from another, are borders of ugliness and deceit, which
can courageously be transformed—resurrected into sacred dykes
holding back the debasing flood of fear—damning pandemic evil.
Thus, with courage, hope and prayer, this plague too, shall “Passover”.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2020
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