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We
Didn't hear God's whispers
We
Chose to ignore God's cries
We
Even disregarded God's roar of
His wrath
For all wrongs we were doing:
To nature
To life
To each-other.
Then
Silence fell...
An eerie silence
Carrying with it an invisible virus
That brought:
Fear
Terror and
Death.
Suddenly
We woke up from apathy's slumber
And rush forward to repel the invading
Enemy!
Doctors and nurses,
Police and the army,
Volunteers and priests,
All took up arms against a common foe,
All ready to give their lives for their
Fellow man.
What a glorious manifestation of goodness
What a magnificent display of brotherhood
What an apotheosis of divine love!
" No greater love hath man than laying down his life
for his friends." (John 15:13)
It is certain
That this is the dawn of a new era
The birth of a novel world that would be:
Kinder
Nobler
Braver
Juster and
More loving!
God, my friends,
Works in mysterious ways
For
To lead us onto the path of righteousness,
The path from which humanity, unfortunately, has
Been led astray!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 March 2020
Oh gosh, another tragedy.
The news of Libya
Shatters the world.
Storm Daniel brings down
The first dam wall.
Water hurtles
Towards the second dam wall,
Breaching it from the
Pressure, it breaks and falls,
Flooding the river which broke
Its banks and swept in a
Devil like, sweeping, horrific
Water mass into the
Town of Derma.
A nightmare of a situation,
Which broke all communication,
As bridges washed away,
Electricity no more,
Destroyed by the angry
Torrent, consuming everything
And everyone in its path,
With a determined wrath.
Eventually flowing into the sea,
Which in turn spewed
Out bodies rapidly,
And relentlessly.
What a terrifying night
As people died,
Leaving behind their loved
Ones to grieve, if they could
Find, or identify the bodies.
The town was leveled
To the ground, and
As Storm Daniel ceased
Its roaring
And drowning,
The living wailed,
And cried
And screamed,
Living each moment again,
Such sorrow.
Dear God, give them strength
To face the morrow.
They search for a sign of life,
A husband lost his children, his wife.
The red cross came,
Doctors, medicine, and nurses,
Volunteers tying to grapple,
And cope with this tragedy,
They climbed and scrambled
Over debris and mangled,
Bodies, Muddy water,
Cars that were smashed,
Homes that water swept
Through that were bashed,
By an enormous giant like monster,
A furious force of uncontrollable
Charging water.
The helpless prayed
Lifting their arms up high,
Towards the heavens
In the sky,
It was not their time to die,
Yet some hoped they had,
As the pain of knowing,
Their loved ones had
Suffered and now dead,
Would be a lasting dread.
People by the thousands
Became homeless, the
The number of the dead,
In the town of Derma
Was Unfathomable,
And Unimaginable.
They wandered aimlessly, in a daze.
Could they come to terms
With what had happened.
The survivor’s strength,
Would come only as they
Rallied together.
You must do that dear friends,
Rather sooner than later.
God bless you all, the world
Grieves with you,
You are incredibly brave,
Let all your good memories
Surround you now and forever,
And see you through
This horrible reality, a nightmare,
Think of the good times
Your heart and mind will remember,
And will slowly and slightly repair.
Allegory of Snow
By David J Walker
The Volunteers of
The National Measurement Service
Are at it again
Remember when
So many were made so nervous
By a winter wind whipping up
Deep drifts of snow
The deepest shifts to show
How one survived so long ago
The volunteers know
The volunteers remember
10 years ago in December or wait
Was it in February or maybe January
Or no
It might have been November
20 years ago
Anyway
This is a Big Snow
To be remembered and measured
Against memory
As the vast and unpaid research department
is busy creating the story
to fit some sort of a larger allegory
About Snow
Need volunteers in the Army?
Here’s what they do
Just line up a squad and say
You, you, and you.
Nobody bothers to think
Or even to ask
Whether you have the knowledge
Or ability to carry out the task
Just assume you’ll find a way
To carry out just what they say.
Write a report for the Depot O.C.
Just the task they handed to me.
Sat in the pub annoyed, drinking
I used toilet paper without thinking.
And, to make matters even worse
Wrote in couplets of iambic verse.
Signed Number Rank name
And what’s more
Drunkenly pushed it
Underneath his door.
Forty eight long hours of abject fear
As Monday relentlessly drew near.
The summons came and to my surprise
He greeted me with smiling eyes.
Said he was amused at my cheek,
Get it typed up for later this week,
Every squaddie has nine lives
But you just need to think on
With this latest little jape
Eight of yours have just gone.
Very soon after came the day
Training finished and I was on my way.
A much remembered experience
Of what the army could do
With the imperious finger and
The mouthed you and you and you.
Whether by luck or by judgement
I was never again anywhere near
When they were out on the prowl
Looking to appoint a volunteer
Eventually came the day
I was in a position to choose
Rank giving me the privilege
To impose those volunteer blues.
I tried to use it wisely but admit
I knew just what to do
To take a stroppy joskin and
Bring him down a peg or two.
Are you one of those people that sees the things that I see?
A cheap laugh for no reason, pathetic point scoring constantly.
Are you someone who ‘does’ or someone who ‘does not’? Why is it that the ones who seem to do nothing always rise to the top?
The ‘work life balance’ and all other corporate lies! The people with no life who just work through the day and the night.
The volunteers who work harder and harder and longer for no pay! I get paid by the hour and when my times done I walk away.
I broke away to be a contractor so I could just get the job done. Leave the egos to their meetings and their bull humdrum.
In the children’s ward of a hospital,
Through the W.P.A.*
A 16-panel mural
Was, for patients, on display.
The artist, Abram Champanier,
In 1938,
Took the Lewis Carroll characters
From “Alice” to create
A tale of Wonderland’s whole cast
As they visited each site
Of the city of New York
To fill the children with delight.
So there on Lady Liberty,
The subway and the zoo,
The Empire State and Steeplechase,
Are Alice and her crew.
The building was abandoned
After years and it was marked
For a renovation, so a group
Of volunteers embarked
On a plan to save the murals,
Which they managed to preserve.
Our gratitude is not enough
To give what they deserve.
The restoration took some years
And now they are on view.
A museum** in New York is where
I saw them; so can you.
How wonderful to have a chance
To see each vibrant scene
And to reinforce the joy of art
And how much it can mean.
*Works Progress Administration
**Museum of the City of New York
Workers on the Eve
The halls are white,
and clean… pristine.
The tree at the nurse’s station,
blinks brightly.
Cheer is in the air,
even for the sick.
Shared smiles between angels,
that help to bare the burden,
of prolonged illness.
Prayers silently and loudly,
sent up by staff and volunteers.
The lonely and the alone.
Prayers for the holidays,
give us Your Spirit,
Your Healing,
Your Grace.
Put the laughter in this place.
Put music heard by saints,
in the background…
that reassure the remnant,
they are not alone.
They are…
warriors…
in the hours before dawn,
the day light of His Light,
an honor to serve.
Wildfire
Written: By Tom Wright
3/20/2006
The wildfire’s aftermath has revealed,
Ditches littered with assorted trash.
Wildlife panicked, ran and squealed,
Sections lay barren, as blackened ash.
Houses and barns have met their fate,
And hay, by the ton, is left to smolder.
Volunteer firemen, fighting early to late,
Standing always, shoulder to shoulder.
On men and equipment fire takes its toll,
A burn ban exists throughout the state.
Who starts these fires, what is their goal?
Are they accidental, or just plain hate?
Many have lost all their worldly goods,
And wait while FEMA pinches its dime.
A life’s accumulation, a patch of woods,
Start life over, for some, there isn’t time.
Almost daily we hear the dread word, fire,
Whipped to frenzy by south winds gusting.
Sirens blaring, volunteers must not tire,
For life and limb to them we’re trusting.
Dedicated to the volunteer firemen
Who have faced a monumental task this past year.
Almost daily, wildfires have occurred
Many due to arson.
Those in life, who, for the unfortunate agonize
God's volunteers are,
Trying
To lessen humanity’s pain
Thus
Their sacrifice unnoticed doesn’t pass
As
In eternity, the heavens they
Gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
31 October 2015
("Simple Mind", 2011, original acrylic)
For Bill
A day spent with you actively dying
Or rather in this case rapidly fading away
Almost ten decades weighing heavy
On all our hearts
Only to have you rally
Just as I’m leaving for home
To lonely dogs and my own bed
So we part on a lucid note
And Carol decides to stay
Something in your rattling breath
Saying it might be your last together
Out in the hall a fellow resident
You know, the one who wears all his hats
Stacked on his head
Wheels his chair around
Perennial coffee cup in hand
Eager to visit while everyone else
Remains firmly in their nests
A night owl fearful of sleeping
For fear of missing something
Not sure if or how he knows
We are here for you
And your lingering last day
He volunteers these words of consolation;
“He’ll get there eventually”
As if it’s the obvious destination
Of us all.
And I head home alone
Unsure what tomorrow will bring
But sure today will never be again
To dogs eager to come inside
Reluctant to sleep
And possibly miss something important
In the human world
To a wee dram of whisky
And a spin of George Harrison’s
Achingly beautiful classic
All Things Must Pass
“Forgetting to give back
Isn’t it a pity…”
So Bill
To your good health
In the moments that remain
And to your safe passage
Beyond all that remains
When the cup is drained
What once was full
Slainte Mhath!
(10/12/23)