Traveling through rough roads?
Yoked with thoughts; so heavy loads?
Are they a flood of issues your mind can't explain?
Don't worry, you are not alone on this plane.
These times may have connived with seasons.
And surely, this season has committed treason;
Treason against all of our new year's wishes,
Wishes that now suffer acute blemishes.
If remedies seem too difficult to find,
Assign to your spirit a passion so fine.
On the land of consistency, firmly stand your ground.
For surely, solutions are meant to be found.
Certainly, July would be a wonderful ally
If on the Divine Supremacy, our hopes rely.
When your heart conceives many proposals
Lean on Him who has mercy at his disposal.
Prizes may claim the height of Kilimanjaro.
Economies may have become shorter than valleys.
Yet, let us fly our gaze in the manner of the sparrows
We have bypassed the virus, surely we'll escape its arrows
©jonnypen
J