Hope
I don’t know if anyone else watched Adrea Bocelli’s ‘Music For Hope’ – Live From Duomo di Milano? (It is/was on YouTube.) The camera work gave me a new insight into Covid19 and what it has done to the World. There’s no doubt the World will never be the same again – but what will it really be like? I have Hope. I’ve always had Hope. Hang on to Hope. Hang on to love.
A world that has lost its way
Brought to heel by viral dust
That settles to the very ground
In just two meters – so they say.
A planet almost entirely quiet
Complete with all the ‘sites’
Built over centuries. Still. There.
With bright golden statues, aloft,
Balanced precariously on Duomo spires
Searching for signs of life below,
Finding only joyous singing birds
Freed from the tyranny of smog
And the grey suicide of exhausts.
Cathedrals huge and intricate
Stand empty of prayer speaking souls:
Their pews row after row aligned
To face the altar and the silent cross
Echo to the sound of falling dust
Or the creaking of aged construction.
And in their silence is magic beauty –
Some would feel it as ‘Divine Ecstacy’.
And yet, behind these skeletal scenes,
The futile rabid hussle of politics
Has yet to cease its dirty babble,
Its trickery and its deceitful spin…
Which sought to keep us all within…
But somehow awakened love instead.