Saturday, January 13, 2018


The Chosen Ones


















Our world has been cradled in a profound stillness,
quiescent in expectation. Great care was taken in
preparation for this day, ornamented in the glitter
of bright and colourful baubles, and the exquisitely
sublime melodies of ages past provoking memories of
sadness and joyfulness. That which has been never to be
re-captured; that which will be to secure our futures.
A miracle has occurred albeit of brief duration, as
commerce has abruptly locked its doors bringing a
bereaved loss to some, relief to others, invested in the
spirit of the occasion which has occasioned a brief
harmony of spirit rare and treasured. Not a creature
appears to stir, not even a snow-suited child.

This is a wintry-cold day, the atmosphere
swaddled in snow and ice. The wind rattles
panes and stirs treetops in a wraith-like dance
their firm roots limit in perpetuity. Even the
great, bright orb of the sun seeks shelter behind
the haven of clouds this extraordinary day. This
brief hiatus in quotidian routine submitting
to annual commemoration of a divinely inspired
event is not universal in nature's calendar.
Elsewhere in this world the tragedy of fateful
destiny plays out as malevolent forces conspire
to wreak their deadly havoc in shades of blood
and gore, sacrificing human life to deadly terror.

Here, pacific emotions flow readily, absorbing
people in the rituals of familial love. Smoke rises
from chimneys of homes surfeit with holiday
cheer, abundant and rich feasts, and generous
gifts. There, across the world, foul dark smoke
rises from yet another suicidal-terror blast,
martyring one steeped in hatred, slaughtering
countless innocents haphazardly selected as this
day's chosen whose lives are obliterated, whose
families will mark the day in perpetuity to
the endless anguish of their mourning. 
 
 
 

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