Hello dear friends! Watch this adorable video of tiny twin boys discussing germs and quarantine. It will warm your heart and I dare you not to laugh:
https://twitter.com/i/status/1241262775248269312
My regular readers know that Sundays are dedicated to poetry. I encourage you to use this forum as a poetry workshop. I usually share a poem that I have written and I ask my readers to share their poems in the Comments section. If you never thought that you had time before to try your hand at writing poetry, now you do. The world needs more beautiful, soul opening, heart touching poetry more than ever before. Please share your heart here, with us. It did strike me, the other day, that if ever there was a time for everyone to fully realize how much we actually LOVE each other, it is now. We have shut down our entire way of being and living, to protect the most vulnerable and the most aged among us. We have shut down, unitedly and globally, how we live, to protect the bravest and the most brilliant among us, who are working feverishly at finding us a cure and at healing as many people as they can, from this terrible scourge that is upon us. We have narrowed our living experience down to what is the fundamentally most important to us, letting all of the other less important pieces fall to the ground, as they may. I think that we have our priorities straight. See how the world is responding to this virus, and know just how much you are LOVED. I am LOVED. We are LOVED and WE ARE LOVE . In the end, it is LOVE that sustains us all. I didn’t write today’s poem. I saw it on Twitter, written by a person who calls themselves, Mr. Jones. Stay well, friends. Here is the beautiful poem:
History will remember when
the world stopped
And the flights stayed on
the ground.
And the cars parked in the
street.
And the trains didn’t run.
History will remember when
the schools closed
And the children stayed
indoors
And the medical staff walked
towards the fire
And they didn’t run.
History will remember when
the people sang
On their balconies, in
isolation
But so very much together
In courage and song
History will remember when
the people fought
for their old and their weak
Protected their vulnerable
By doing nothing at all.
History will remember when
the virus left
And the houses opened
And the people came out
And hugged and kissed
And started again
Kinder than before.