Since the vernal equinox
Six months ago
A microscopic virus
Has put the world in a tizzy.
On that date the day’s hours were equal to the night’s
And each day continued to wax longer
Reaching a summit peak at summer solstice
When the nights started gaining on the days.
Meanwhile the pandemic has had its ups and downs
Not steady nor predictable in its changes
Waxing here, waning there, staying the same elsewhere
With no certain metric nor inevitable outcome
Today the bright sun’s hours and those of the lesser light are the same again
It is autumnal equinox
The dark will reach its summit peak in three months
At winter solstice when the night will again yield charge to day
Dependability you can count on (that’s what dependability is)
And we do, for we set our clocks and calendars by it
Unlike the fickle virus that can’t be anticipated or trusted,
That is not controlled, nor does it control anything.
Time began –
And God said, Let there be light and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good:
And God divided the light from the darkness.
And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night.
And there was evening and there was morning, one day.
Time will end –
But immediately after the tribulation of those days
The sun shall be darkened,
And the moon shall not give her light,
And the stars shall fall from the heaven,
And the powers of the heavens shall be shaken:
And then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn,
And they shall see the Son of man
Coming on the clouds of heaven
With great power
And great glory.
So in the meantime –
For every thing there is a season,
And a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant
And a time to pluck up that which is planted.
By Mike Evans