I listen to Leonard Cohen singing
“Hallelujah” as I drive into town.
It is cold and gray and the wind
is bone chilling. I look at small
brown trees sticking up in
the air about twelve feet.
They have no leaves so
it looks like a line of poles.
There is seasonal water in the sloughs
along the edge of the road.
Soon trees appear with yellow leaves
which are blowing in the wind.
I am in a mellow mood just above
being depressed. I am thankful
for life, but not for the Virus.
Everything seems ajar, almost surreal.
I think about China and what God has
in mind for those whose evil has
shattered the world.
I think of His possible manifestations,
one of them being to let us work
our way through this and
in some way give courage
to the suppressed Chinese to
overcome their dictator and
resolve the socialist issues
and become a peaceful people
and a reliable partner on
the world stage. “Hallelujah”,
“Hallelujah”, the music and
song play on and I think
we will play on doing what
we do, hoping for the best.
The gray clouds open for
a minute and the sunshine
fills me with hope.
They close and take
the sun with them, but
I go on knowing that I must do
the things I do with gratitude.
Stanski
October 30, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 