Saturday, March 21, 2020

BECAUSE...


QUESTIONS?

How can this be, why is it so?
Where is the end, why don’t they know?
We came to this so unprepared,
But who's to blame, yes, who has erred?
And if we knew, would this thing pass?
Would all be cured, this gone at last?
These questions come but answers don’t,
For those in charge, the answers won’t
Come easily for this is new
And some succumb, more than a few.
So if I’m careful to contain
The ones I love, will health remain?
But what is sacrificed for this?
A hand’s sweet touch, a tender kiss?
Togetherness of old is gone
My loved ones near, for this I long.
Mere memories can’t take its place,
With FaceTime, Skype there’s no embrace.
No comfort from this means I find
And so I fear I’ll lose my mind.
For now we leave our lives behind
Not leave the house, remain confined,
And be content to spend our days
Until outside we catch the rays
Of morning sun that filters through
The tree’s green leaves that dapple you,
Reminding us that summer’s here,
Though not like those of other years.
So we must pray and pray some more
For this to pass so spirits soar
And life becomes as once it was,
God’s still in charge, that’s why…BECAUSE!

A CHAOTIC LIFE

So here we are in the midst of something that most of us have never seen in our lifetime.  I can't say anything profound or deep or anything you don't know about this terrible Pandemic.  It's taken over our lives and we are left wanting.  But as always my thoughts on this are best expressed through poetry.

PANDEMIC

Another day I’m stuck at home
While longing to be free to roam
Through stores to look, perchance to buy
A trinket that has caught my eye.
I took for granted times like these,
The freedom to go where I’d please.
But now restricted, wondering when,
When we'll be free to roam again.

Pandemic’s what they call this thing
But I, I’d call it shattering.
This virus strain not seen before,
We watch each day as cases sore.
But all we want is life to be
The way it used to be, you see,
Back to before, to yesterday.
We promise we’d respect the way
We lived our lives that seemed mundane
And thoughtlessly would oft complain.

But now we see through different eyes
Our life before, sometimes despised,
Is one we long for, hope can be
A life returned, yes, now we see
How precious were those days gone by.
And thinking back can’t help but cry
Such tears of sadness for we know
The gift we had, we’ve seen it go,
And pray it will return again
But none can say exactly when.

So here it is, another day
We’re stuck at home until they say,
“We’ve found the cure, the answer’s clear,
A new vaccine's been engineered.
Your life can now return to be
The life you had, a life that’s free.”

Will we remember what we’ve learned
Before our “normal” is returned?