I Pray

I pray for our collective conscience to be grateful for the gift of life. Whilst pestilence rages many have died. Each new day is a miracle of the mercifulness of the unseen one, and provides an opportunity for those who survived the night to reflect on this truth. Many have been afflicted by the raging warrior - that invisible foe, but fewer have succumbed to its deadly embrace. But rather than appreciate the precious gift of life, we bicker, we fret and give in to strife.

"Our freedoms are being curtailed and our rights have been crushed!" we bellow, "what right do you have to restrict us you publicly elected fellow!" "What does science know? What do bureaucrats understand? We are the masters of our destiny and the experts in prosperity!"

The clamour grows ever louder as the voices of dissent rise, the crowds of discontent are determined to be heard. "Our freedom to mingle without a mask and travel to far flung lands is not too much to ask!" They huff and puff with disdain, and assure themselves that death from the unseen is a political myth. "So puncture our arms if you must and administer your life saving fluids but after that give us our way!" But I pray for eyes that can see, ears that can hear and hearts that understand the visible reality that the flood of tears, agonising cries and heavy hearts of those left behind so clearly display.

I pray for understanding and the voice of reason to govern the minds of the social rebels who collectively aggravate this season. There's a message behind the event that has reshaped our world which demands that we adjust our priorities.

My prayer is simple, my prayer is sincere - I pray that we repent and change our ways.

The alarm has been sounded and the siren unleashed piercing the tranquillity of our isolated lives. Normal is gone and a new order established - one that demands our attention and collective reflection. I pray for wet eyes and heavy hearts as the death toll of those who have laid their old lives to death exceeds the role call of those swept away by the grasp of pestilence's claws.