Concerns2Joys.com By Rev. Michelle Wiltshire-Clement
“CONGRATULATIONS,”
I say,
when the VIP, prized vaccine dose
is received by friends and family!
“A blessing, is it, Mazel Tov?!”
Is this hard to get, wait for an hour in the cold, vaccine,
going to protect me from
Coronavirus 19…
95% immunity?!
VARIENTS MULTIPLYING!
MILLIONS ILL
and
daily
bodies wasting.
FROM THIS PERSPECTIVE,
sadness and depression walk side-by-side
with young and old as accustomed companions.
Public breakdowns and private explosions,
our youth are affected and our elderly regularly infected.
We have open, neglected wounds of loss
where we ache desperately to be comforted.
A virtual hug at virtual memorials leave us despondent
without traditional closure, but safe!
Permanent, debilitating disabilities
may be our generations’ coal in the stocking for the future.
Climate Change combined with our current state
can celebrate two-fold the luxury of calamity.
The Table,
mostly bare,
too small for proper social distancing,
continues to gather crowds.
No candles
to blow over a cake where a mask will protect droplets from transmitting what we do not want to share.
Therefore, the candles remain burning
and our resources keep molding.
On the line, in a neighborhood not my own, people, like myself, who step off their stoops only seven, opposite paces away, inquire,
“Who are all these…people?”
They stare, then state, “This is the COVID vaccine line.”
“HOW CAN I BE PART OF THE LINE,” is the pervading question, while neighbor after neighbor stare ‘cross the dividing street?
Are the flashing red lights of the black and whites to protect me from my fellow pandemic, ladened family
or
are we still divided stripes on a sea of white that only bleed the same color, die with same exhaled, final breath,
and return to dust the same decomposing way?
“For those who want to save their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake, and for the sake of the Gospel, will save it. For what will it profit them to gain the whole world and forfeit their life?”*
Who will guard us from the end?
Who will welcome us forward beyond?
Who will say, “Congratulations!” as I expose my arm to the opportunity of the needle?
IN GOD, we trust, WE HOPE, we must!
*Note: Mark 8:35-36
All photos by Rev. Michelle unless noted otherwise.
#COVID-19 Vaccine #BlackLivesMatter #In God, We Trust
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