River of Blood

The last day just before the river was swept by with murky colors

To the last prism the prism of late reveals the ugly road turned into a red wash

Where the trusted soldiers died on the road of no return or lacking the courage

To rise and protect to leave the imposition being in the once young and old have

Gone away with the sense of being broadly studied and followed with open arms

To greeting of the unburied unkept greet a welcome on to the outstretched arms

The fallen hands outreaching the news war has started but not won by early count

The contrast runs afoul the pittance of speech crossing of swords the winds in conflict

Releasing in the unkept yesterdays Spanish Flu annal’s returns where now is the Jane 

The current COVID infections which is reaching one million deaths is another end

Against the current war this disease the COVID presentation is a two fold masked villain 

The dreams and judgements against us for our way-fare fields of life those dreams now

Reaching into the pits where life in the lasting robes are placed or becoming final placement

But our faith is well in place to recover if life is permitted to continue and exist as such 

To the accepted or quiet in sin or as we come to accept our salvation reaching out in wonder

A murky world uncertain to the recognition of refuge or seen the will to end this by immersion 

Thought and reasons reaching into the lines of many still carrying the care for which we must

Now certain of or all ends that will appear to best the murky gloom in the era of the present fog

The worst and best of Mothers Day seen in absence of those affected particularly on this day

The recognition cannot be buried without the all over belief and thoughts on this Mothers Day