My heart
(however quietly)
is melting.
Certainly,
this melting is
of love.
But more
than that, it
is a melting
in grief.
How odd
to mourn
people
unseen,
unmet.
Yet my
anguish is
as real
as if
their dying
and suffering
were of
a dearest
love. Strange,
too, how
these troubling
times with
the distance
created by
pandemic
isolation
and political
polarization
have also
made our whole
humanity
smaller.
It is as
if we can
no longer
ignore
the smallness
of our
existence
and the compact
planet
on which
we human
beings once
thrived.
Yes, I
am sad. In
grief, I
hold out
my heart to
the millions
who have
died in the wake
of this wild
year or
two. Just as
much, I also
grieve with
every person
who has lost
someone.
It does not
matter if
it was from
the virus or
not. Why?
Because our
grieving and
commemorations
are traumatized
yet again in
the face
of these
deep and sad
separations.
~ created spontaneously by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright © 2021 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.
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