The Gorgon is really an Albatross around our necks. There are millions flapping around while some sit and stare. They are grim. Nothing stirs except the whoosh and crackle of the overworked incinerators and the bitter jam of the gravediggers shovels against the earth. The embalmer is grim-eyed and numb. “We have been through the wringer”-chiched and useless statement.
Death is our motto, much has been taken, yet, much abides. our sighs are now a symphony of music for the dead.
2022 comes fluttering in on timid winds, a baby with ambitions and hopes. The people, now jaded, do not sing- they say fight fight fight, we believe in nothing, yet, 2022 cries out for Peace and Good will to all mankind and them and they and whomever they may.
Rejoice, its a new wind that comes and it is young and fruitful. Stand firm, stand strong in will, to strive, to seek, to conquer.