The rising tide

Through The Glass Darkly

NaPoWriMo Notebook

Give peace, O Lord! in our days, Hallelujah

As voices carry over sea and land

Sounding alarms that horrify

This virus is at our command

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Fear and hate swirling like sand

Festering loathing in every mind’s eye

As voices carry over sea and land

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And, when you are offered hate’s slight of hand

Yes, you have suffered, and so have I …

This virus is at our command

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If you still need to make a stand

Lift your prayer of peace on high

As voices carry over sea and land

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Forgive and let peace be your lampstand

Breathe and let bygones pass as sighs

This virus is at our command

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Spread and sown from hand to hand

Then you will see the lies that vilify

As voices carry over sea and land

This virus is at our command