Visitors bring their esoteric truths; Friends their empathy’s are quickly shared; Not one,but many, think by chance a country so could run. What of these problems Of the year? Maudlin talk from television screen Broadcast hourly into every home; When lockdown lifts this time tomorrow New tiers to grasp Wrangling in every sphere; Oh to leave the record that is spun To head outside into quiet stillness there; To feel my feet on sodden winter soil; The natural degradation of the year; The rhythms that propel us through the seasons By one who order out of chaos formed. To Him we wait in patient expectation His advent how we need it so much more.