By the tenderest mercy of our Maker,Luke 1:78-79
dawn from on high will break over us,
to enlighten all who sit in death’s dark shadow,
and guide our feet back to the ways of peace.
the flight path
of an air-freight world hub
invites regular rumbled interruptions
that shred nerves, rattle windows, and interfere
with conversations, as well as household electronics.
In early morning, at eventide
and into dead of night,
our neighborhood is rent with whining turbines
that defy gravity as they strain
to launch or land monstrous metal birds,
miraculously uplifted by invisible airy currents.
In pairs they arrive or depart,
roaring and tearing at the cloudy blue
as speedily they rise or slowly descend.
Low-flying and laden with treasures and trinkets,
they bear necessities,
along with niceties from ports unknown.
Like those harbor docklands of old,
our city is now a sky port
with an army of shippers and handlers
who toil day and night
to manipulate mountains
of the stuff that stuffs our overfilled lives.
And in the frenzied season of buying and gifting,
this frequent freight flying
reaches fevered pace.
The light shines in the darkness,John1:5
and darkness did not overcome it.
These cold, stark days,
I sit on my porch and skyward stare,
as wordless breath mists chill air.
I wait and I watch
blinking white underbellies, wheels down,
pass low over trees and rooves.
No longer greeted by impatient frustration
and a rumbling undercurrent
of worried resentment,
these days, this rattling roar
resounds like death-defying thunder,
announcing from the heavens that hope is on the wing.
For cargo planes, now turned angelic,
are also pregnant with the possibility
of new liquid life.
In defiance of the typical detritus
of seasonal sentimentality,
these magnificent machines bear life-saving serum in their bellies.
So hope for a great sea changeSeamus Heaney
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
Is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
And cures and healing wells.
Each mechanical messenger
I greet like Gabriel or Hermes,
with a hopeful nod and the glimmer of a smile.
I call to mind our fearful, fragmented,
beleaguered human family,
brought low by viral load.
How long-awaited, this clear liquid life,
to shatter the shadow of pandemic
that once again, we might breathe easy.
But not quite yet!
For we are still plagued by pride,
and hubris humiliates us.
Disease also defines us,
as crisis unmasks systemic inequities,
along with vanities and vulnerabilities.
Pandemic pleads for new self-understanding;
a world repatterned around care for creatures
and health care for humankind.
Plague will not leave us
until we refuse to leave
any member of our human family behind.
Historically pandemics have forced humansArundhati Roy
to break with the past and imagine their world anew.
This one is no different.
It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next.
May the hope that gilds the horizon
bring enlightenment, chase away cruelty
and heal hearts that mourn the cruel cost of living.