Hope Bearers Unite

The sky like, my soul is weeping,
grey dreariness covers the sun,
hiding it seems from
crocus's passionate bloom,
daffodils wrapped in scarves,
mitten still on,
tulips pushing forward

These days of held breath,
watching hope in music played

Breaking hearts hears news of
yet another seniors home with deaths,
and loss of staff and resident,
another death on pleasure destined
cruise, no rescue yet for
those on board

These days of neighbours
gathered six feet apart in gratitude

We wait in prayer in silent ritual
meditative, yoga stance believing
that our friend, will not test positive and
if they do they will be saved,
the horrors of a death absent from
hand held family or friend

These days of love and caring
sent across the wires connection felt

the sun breaks through
in you.

gloriafern March 2020