The signs of these times
You know how to judge the appearance of the sky,
but you cannot judge the signs of the times.
–Matthew 16:3
The smog is thick, the water murky
Each day moods are shifty
Now we wonder if clarity is myth
Is consistency a scam
Strategic plans fell out of fashion
Chaos creeps like cancer
Maybe the era of fairness
Aged out with analog phones
And of course there’s more to deplore
yet few protest, most opt to stay indoors
Swiping sorrow and fear
Squirrelling away heartache
The smog is thick, the water murky
yet the holy hovers in our cells
Reminding us to bless, reach, eat
Sit down with friends and listen
To stories, memories, lessons
To deep human wisdom
Sages say that simplicity will save
And quiet calms all nerves in time
The trees and fungi forage our futures
Again we sit down and listen
In the hush we catch our breath
And hear the whispers of saints
They tell us to receive all grace
To let grace become our body
The body inhales fresh clear air,
drips sanctity, hopes, rebuilds
Little by little we become all new
Little by little we are one body
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