The Sun will Rise from Dusk
A hopeful poem for the challenging times during the pandemic
It was the memory kept in my mind
That I have felt dismayed and seem confined
Horror conquered us in a finger snap
I asked, "When will everything be fine?"
The roads filled with wheels got emptied
Like the ticking of the clock, freeze
Suddenly, everyone's covered with shields
Quarantine replaced the word "freed"
I have witnessed how establishments close
News about people panicking at stores
Is it a necessity or just an impulse to hoard?
The world has been filled with grievances, storms
My mind is filled again with cries and "why?"
I went upstairs and looked up in the sky,
Tears fell from my eyes
Why did this happen to all of us?
Will this bring people some change?
Or is it indeed us who will be changed?
Could this be a sign or a phase
To fight the battles we don't want to face?
Could we tell ourselves that we are all stuck?
Or for us, it is just a task
To get out from different forms of dusk
And to finally see God within us
On that day, I witnessed the sunrise,
While tears fell from my eyes
I felt God in my heart where He resides
And reminded myself, everything will be fine