like locusts that devour every living thing grave robbers have set upon the land they’ve come in waves the first were those just seeking the finest treasures all the while spray painting graffitii to cover up all the sacred symbols the second wave was comprised of magistrates ministers of the law seeking personal glorification by possessing those things that would extend their power in the eyes of others the last wave were common men tearing through the tomb seeking scraps whatever tossed aside by those whose actions had taken justice and freedom from the nation
wrapped in a comforter of memories lying in bed head buried in pillows of what could have been day passes into tomorrow’s night when nothing changes outside the world ignores all human tragedy as if watching an old rerun and perhaps that is the case history repeating don quixotes we all
each took a turn to pound the nails into the hands and feet none chose to voice concern for their part in this foul deed since each blooded hand obtained personal gain and fame for the crucifixion of the nation
if you feel like you’re crawling through mud with rancid water soaking your clothes and the weight of progress poverty pressing you further into the mire of inequity you must still continue the fight for social justice but each time you grow weary focus on what you do have those loving hands that reach out for you those words of kindness and appreciation for all you’ve done and those tearful eyes that look to you for what you will do
i’ve spent quite a few sleepless nights during this quarantine period trying to measure aspects of my life and wondering how others could have just now begun to appreciate the struggles confronting those all around them since aunt bea has lived through so much i thought i’d give her call and asked her opinion aunt bea said the pace of our daily routines blurs our views of of life’s journey keeping what we’ve seen or what we could have seen out of focus perhaps the pandemic has forced us to slow down and see what’s been right in front of us the whole time we just needed to slow down a bit to feel the pain of others
initially no visible symptoms of impending demise although patient’s prognosis was questionable due to prior illnesses however patient reported data implied there was no need for concern but an internal infection had continued to spread sepsis that soon involved all major organs severe sepsis until the nation was in septic shock a hapless victim of its own untreated choices
