What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?
Writing poems—a spiritual call to support the hospital’s medical teams when COVID-19 broke out in early 2020.
In university, I wrote dissertations. At work, I wrote policy papers. I never wrote for pleasure, let alone for ministry.
My first poem was dedicated to the hospital where I served as a volunteer chaplain. More astonishing was the flood of inspiration that followed—150 poems in half a year.
Some might call it spontaneity. I knew it was the Holy Spirit, birthing the work through me, a vessel of God.
During the three pandemic years of restricted movement, I counselled many anxious souls through prayer and lived experience—shared online through those poems.
Yet spontaneity did not stop there. I shared a poem with a sister in Christ. Without a word, she designed a card with the poem printed on it. It was not my plea but the Holy Spirit’s. We went on to produce cards and booklets, gifting them to families, friends, patients, and students. Many responded to the Spirit’s calling.
At its peak, the pandemic claimed millions. Yet countless souls were saved by faith in Jesus Christ. Scripture says: “He makes the winds His messengers, flames of fire His servants.” — Psalm 104:4. Not mere knowledge on paper—but lived experience for many of Christ’s followers.
By faith, we ride the wave. By grace, we go where the wind blows (John 3:8). The coldness of those pandemic years has walked through me, but only the warmth of the saved souls lingers in my memories.
I do not mean the virus is harmless. I mean the deeper enemy is fear—and the deeper cure is faith.
Instantly, spontaneity gives birth to this poem— May it stir your reflections on riding the wave anew.
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“Wind · Plague—Who Knows?”
Whence comes the wind, and whither goes the plague?
When nature’s storms arise, who can restrain?
When immune storms descend, who can assuage?
Our greatest foe—the wind? the plague? or we, in vain?
Hear the wind come—spirit’s new birth,
Those who defy it—dust to earth.
The virus wounds, but immune storms can kill;
Fear not the one who kills the body—but the soul.
The Creator says it is—and so it is.
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