Snow is falling over the valley now
Eerily in softness on this early, freezing day of Spring.
Listen to the silence,
The wind on your naked face
Hushing each ready bud,
Each resting sparrow til this surreal storm subsides.
Hear the hum of your own heartbeat,
The chance to feel the invisible splendor of precious gifts.
Take cover, the laden pines will shed.
Take stock, the veiled time will pass.
The line in the sand where once we crossed barefoot, free, embracing one another, tests our bodies,
isolated in these present, unnatural moments,
pushing our inner resilience beyond limits.
Still lives connect through spirit in distance.
Spread out as far as your limbs can reach and dance.
The Earth has set its protocol to reboot simpler ways,
to deploy science, data, numbers, need.
Let us unmask our pandemic fear;
respirate joy, charity, being.
Remember that the hope and peace of sunshine and touch and holding in brighter hours shall come again.
Hoard only thoughts that heal and mend, that make the quiet sing in the dark.
Very heartfelt. I could hear the rythm of silent nature recovering and the longing of souls for safe touch.
Inspirational and encouraging.