a prayer in times of calamity

what are these days
that find us circling again against
an age old new young enemy
panicking as we stock our shelves
trying to build a moat around our houses
while worrying how to protect our 
far flung loved ones, fearing, fearing,
no not theirs not to be them
we protest and exclaim
while that reaper hunts 
yet again the human strain

we pray and cast our cards
we text and stay in touch
and God if you listen 
may this be enough