RISE. THE POWER OF MANY

Good morning

My poem for the week speaks to the endless anxiety through which many of us are living. Even for people who are 'qued' in. 

I’m tired. Tired of a physical infrastructure which is failing. Tired of a world system which is seemingly controlled by ‘corruptocrats’ in just about every country, on every continent. Tired of a spiritual war from which there appears to be no escape and no end.

The whole world is a mess. It is not isolated to one or two countries. The whole world is affected by this blight.

How often do we despair of what we see going on around us with seemingly no end in sight?

How is it possible for the danger, terror and corruption which is so evident throughout the world to explode in a few decades at most?

The ‘leviathanic’ tentacles of life-exploitation which have infiltrated and almost fully absorbed even the most sacred of our human institutions have been in the making for longer than anyone of us can possibly imagine – possibly and probably aeons. Yet, God's Word tells us that Leviathan will be defeated and, despite the crush of despair which does sometimes overcome me, I do believe that this will be. It just doesn't make the enduring any easier.

Psalm 74:14 speaks of leviathan: "Thou brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces, and gavest him to be meat to the people inhabiting the wilderness" 

Isaiah 27:1 tells us "In that day, the LORD will punish with his sword, his fierce, great and powerful sword, Leviathan the gliding serpent, Leviathan the coiling serpent; he will slay the monster of the sea". 

Whilst we await the coming of Our Lord, we do, of course, have valiant souls who are working against this monstrosity on behalf of humanity. Their battle is courageous and worthy. I have to believe that there are more good people than bad but the bad ones are loud and obnoxious, spewing their poison everywhere they go. Despite knowing that we are the majority, too many of us see ourselves as insignificant and not adequate or effective enough to join in battle, even though it is for our own good. That puts us in a very sad state so that, either through a sense of inadequacy or sloth, we do nothing and await a hero to step up for us. The truth is that pragmatically, we know that, individually, we have no power against the current evil. However, just as one twig on its own is weak, as more twigs are added to the bundle, the strength of those individual twigs multiplies exponentially until, together, we are unbreakable.

The Power of Many

RISE

Civilisations gladly evolve
To embrace tolerance as a right
Yet tolerance is its own weakness
Unless protected by the strength to fight

This has always been true

Real tolerance can only truly exist
Where it is found manifest
Among equally-minded strengths
Bound in mind and spirit at least

This will always been true

Those weak-willed who envy the strong
Will always exploit where they can
To gain a power they do not have
Using whatever means open to them

Deeming such privilege to be true

Civilisations sadly evolve
To provide the deceitful with a right
Power to corrupt compassion gained
To misuse such ‘weakness’ as they might

This will always be true

Assert your strength and power
Protect your values from aggression and crime
Regain your right to fight for right
Or too much will be forfeit over time

Be bold or this hell will continue
For me and for you