Poem: Be Ye Still

The façade that all is well is just that;

an illusion in a world of pretense and faked news.

The hustle and bustle of our lives; Intersects with our mental and physical wellness.

Each one of us has a breaking point, haste not to that point of no return.

Life is too short to go over the edge. Few return from the brink to tell the tale.

Even fewer will listen to those with that firsthand experience.

A world of new and dangerous viruses,

Emerging daily, medical sciences is at a loss.

Where whistleblowers are red flagged for daring to speak the truth.

Seen as heroes by the masses, worthy of emulation in the far corners of this world.

Where wrong becomes right, casting a shadow on values and attitudes.

Where bigotry, racism and anti-Semitism have once again reared their ugly heads,

in a world of pain, hunger and suffering.

Where most have not, and the few have plenty.

A growing sense of hopelessness and despair,

Lest we grow weary.

Grounded in the faith of Abraham.

Be Still and know that I am God, the psalmist reminds us.

The web of deception is real and omnipresent.

The insecurity is also real, oftentimes clouded in familiar spirits.

Rush not to judge, judgment is for the Lord.

Forward march we must, to that all enduring spirit of our fore parents.

Pressed along like grapes of various colours, shapes and texture, in a barefooted fungus free mortal.

Emerging like fine wine, swirling around, most exquisite to the last drop.

Refreshing! - Wayne Campbell

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