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Here, distantly sheltering
day and night—struggling
in rising tortuous waters
of this Noah-like Pandemic
boating exodus—weariness
abounds all around me
but I’m no way tired, dismayed,
nor in despair; for above me
flies the dove of God’s love
keeping me afloat and buoyed
in living hope and undying faith
that the present rising tide
of our evil misery shall soon
pass over and froth away—on
the shores—in the new sunshine
of The Most High God’s redemption;
and vigorously—with renewed hope
and faith—I shall continue my sojourn
towards the mountain top—where
my eyes remain focused.
