By Kiki Asonibe
A pandemic they call it
A word from study and intelligence
A description from the place of fear
A blanket generalization of reasoning
A situation beyond human control.
Sees a crown virus mutating
Sees a death toll along its way
Sees a snatching away of organized life
Sees a sinking of hopes set on miry clay
Sees a place of control from wicked spirits.
A cry for help
A realization of weakness
An understanding of limitations
In the boast of human power and weapons
When the war is against an unseen enemy.
Opportunity for a reset
A world that is growing beyond itself
Drawn into deep dungeons of darkness
Hearts running speedily away from its maker
Racing towards eternal damnation.
Love from the heart of a caring Father
Holding unto His own for a moment of thought
Values and choices that demeans it existence
Far from the will of its creator
Being in the image and likeness of the Father.
A race of return
Like the prodigal son
To the arms of a hopeful Father
Waiting with richly adornments
A feast of joy for all who made it.