A Covid Poem

Strange, strange days

And stranger still ahead 

I search for a place

To rest my weary head

Optimism – 

Void of reality

Dueling with a smile

Your dreams rendered empty

Pessimism – 

Falling short of all hope

Digging before death

Refusing to look up

Reality – 

Nothing more frightening

In it we are frail

Waiting, fearing, dying

Yet there is One

Speaking comfort to me

Cheering the night with

Bright rays of surety

“I am with you,”

Says the Lord over all

Valleys made pastures

And darkness becomes dawn

Dark, dark days

Perhaps darker still ahead

Jesus is with me

On Him I will lay my weary head