The Virus

 

by Cantinker Moss

 

 

A reflection of today…its adversity…its weakness…its determinism…its courage…its hope… its patience…let us not be quick to give up or give in, for we never know what might be around the corner in our darkest hour.

 

Alas it came

With March’s darkened skies.

 

Then the symptoms of the sickness:

Fever

Fatigue

Cough

Pain

And the gasping for air and nauseous insides.

 

Then we heard the different voices of

First responders,

Journalists,

Law enforcement,

Even the President of the United States,

But we also heard the young and old cry.

 

From Johns Hopkins out to Stanford,

Men and machines,

Epidemiologists,

Researchers,

Rank and file in scrubs,

Worked round the clock…no guarantee to survive.

 

But they would not quit nor cower,

This masked army

Simple and wise.

We too, wore masks

And kept our distance

Six feet or two meters: front/back, side by side.

 

In this pestilence,

People wonder, “Why?”

But God is not caught napping.

He looks for caring, praying hearts worldwide.

 

You see, Parson Jack said,

“No man is an island, entire of itself;

Every man is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main;

If clod be washed by the sea,

Europe is the less,

As well as if a promontory were,

As well as if a manor of thy friends,

Or if thine own were;

Any man’s death diminishes me,

Because I am involved in mankind;

And therefore never send to know for

Whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” *

 

Love one another…however you can.

 

*John Donne (1572-1631)

 

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My God Is a Shepherd

by Cantinker Moss

My, it’s been a while.

This poem is actually a lyric to a song penned under a different name. The song was part of a song list used when my wife and I would sing as part of a larger folk group.

The lyrics are simple, but I believe they paint a picture of my Savior, Jesus Christ. In the times in which we live, circa 2019, we sing the praises of this religious figure who on an historical level is considered with the Buddha, Mohammed, and Confucius. But Jesus was so much more…yea…is still so much more. He had so much to prove and yet didn’t need to prove a thing. Someone has said that Bob Dylan’s lyric about the fictional John Wesley Harding alludes to Jesus, who in the song “..was never known to make a foolish move” (Compare that to the antics of the real-life outlaw John Wesley Hardin in the Wild West.)

I once asked a friend a question like “What proof do you have that Jesus is all that he claims to be.” Actually I was venturing into a world of apologetics (which isn’t bad in itself), and in this present world of Christian Fundamentalism and Evangelicanism, for many, apologetics is the way to go. However, to paraphrase him, his reply to me was simply, “I don’t need all kinds of proof. I know what Jesus has done in my life.”

I don’t know how long it took me to write “My God Is a Shepherd,” but I never intended it to be complicated. I think that is what motivated men like Tyndale to translate the Bible into English, the vernacular of his nation—simple words for simple people. (not simpletons) Someone once said that [a picture is worth a thousand words.] and some pictures are. I hope that the following poem and its initial metaphor reveal a picture greater than others in this blog: a legendary race horse, or mountains in Wyoming, or whales in Alaska. Indeed these were made by the master sculptor himself. But instead of just creating and remaining aloof like some deities—my God is a shepherd.

Jesus performed many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not recorded in this book. But these are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name. (John 20:30–31, NIV)

Above photo by Biegun Wschodni@biegunwschodni

Courtesy of Unsplash photos for everyone



My God is a Shepherd. He brings in all the lambs
Into His cote protected from this weary land.
And though the wolves surround me, His staff is standing by,
And my God will protect me all the while.
My God will protect me all the while.
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My God is a Teacher--a Lighthouse in the dark.
He shows the way more perfectly when my boat has embarked.
And though the waves of confusion may bend a sweeping tide,
My God will direct me all the while.
My God will direct me all the while.

My God is a Captain--so mighty and so sure.
He fights my foes so deadly--engaged in cosmic war.
Though mountains shake and stars may fall
And smoke rise to the sky,
My God, He will triumph all the while.
My God, He will triumph all the while.

My God is the best friend that anyone could be.
He sent His Son, Lord Jesus Christ, from sin to set me free.
And on that bright third morning He rose and death did die.
And my God still walks with me all the while.
My God still walks with me all the while.


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