We expected it to be the best of years
The dawn of a new decade
So much in a hurry to meet it
That we scorned last year’s name
Plans though well-intentioned were made
Assuming the year would run smoothly on every side
Fell through the cracks in an apocalyptic movie kind of way
Sparing no one, the big names and the unknown alike
I guess the bushfires on day one was a foreboding
Of worse things to come
But excited were we to welcome a brand new year
That we excused it as just an unfortunate incident
Little did we know that human death toll would be counted like a lottery
Death projections announced like inflation rates
Mourning for perished loved ones becoming a private affair
For fear that you could be next at the least point of indiscretion
Just when the world was finding its feet in the midst of the chaos
Oh the ground we stand on gives way with not one or two but three tremors!
Just the timely reminder to us that even the ground beneath us isn’t ours
Better find the Rock to stand on for all other ground is sinking sand!
And to think we just crossed into second-half of the year
Should we congratulate ourselves for making it thus far?
Or brace ourselves for whatever might be coming next?
One thing is for sure: this year is bent on leaving a historic mark!
In the midst of the noise, that’s a gentle voice calling
Before every closed heart, there’s a Lover knocking
In the turbulence of death, the Giver of life invites all to His fountain
In a world where souls are starving, He has laid a feast table
The coming months might get better or worse, who knows
The Creator who keeps the universe together is faithful
He will be a fortress to those who run to Him
He will keep His own safe in Him as He remains in them
So where is your hope, what is the ground you stand on?
Even if you were to survive one pandemic
This earth is only a temporary dwelling place for us all
Where will your soul spend eternity?
© Josephine Amoako 2020