Holding the tension of the opposites Is the theme of my day.
How such a beautiful spring can exist at the same time
as the horrors of this pandemic rage and so many precious lives are lost?
Fellow human beings stretch to death in an effort to stem the tide
by tending to the sick, become ill themselves and another sacrifice is made of a
brave and valiant human who didn't have to be there and is now gone.
Did you know, sacrifice means "make holy"? (a tiny consolation)
Those of us who can sit it out in a limbo of solitude and isolation
in solidarity with those fighting the battle for us.
We cry out in sadness, powerlessness, and grief as we witness the suffering.
And our love washes over the world in a wave of comfort we hope can be felt
by our brothers and sisters in the trenches, wishing we could send them all
they need to be protected, strengthened and supported in their bravery and courage. kas
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