One of our congregation has turned to poetry writing during Lockdown – Edith Tanner
Better than birds
Birds are in the wild and flying high
Now and then they make themselves heard.
Whenever you look up you see them in the sky
You start thinking what kind of a bird?
Knowing God who loves his creation
Flying on planes takes us to exotic places
Why don’t we cheer more into celebration?
Never leaving us to our own devices.
Searching for food is not a problem.
The harvest is plenty, the sowers few.
It may take you out of being solemn.
You don’t need any longer to stand in the cue.
Yes, everywhere you are going and looking
The flies are in the skies, they keep you feeding
Stop looking over hedges, no longer searching.
Don’t you think this is revealing?
Us humans, we think we know it better
Have you ever asked yourself where birds come from?
In order to feel comfortable, we need shelter
But they can choose which opens their horizon.
Neither birds nor humans find it easy these days.
It requires lots of guts to find work or hunt
You may feel in total dismay
But God gets you on the right track without any doubt.
Anarchy on our knees
As time goes on
More and more people are forlorn
Similar memories emerge
There seems to be an urge.
Centuries ago, we Western colonised continents
From West to East and North to South
Usually only one party feels content
That’s how these kingdoms became too far stout.
Giving back to what was taken
One can claim it back for ever
Not everything is forsake
History made a turnaround together.
We see people pleading on knees
There must be enough justice for everybody
On television and on streets
We all need to become somebody.
In this new world we now enter in
Lots of healing and negotiations are needed.
Large groups of people have their gatherings
To consult what is pleaded.
The Victorians fear backlash
Until a remedy is quickly found
Prayers are needed more than cash
There will be more demonstrating on the ground.