Unexpected Gifts 6-3-21 I’ve heard it said, the pandemic Has been an introvert’s dream. Being one of those who prefers My own company over others I whole heartily agree. The challenge, now, however, As I trepidatiously creep out Into the sunlight from my lair Is to make contact once more Letting hugs melt away fear. While spending months away Deep inside my quiet cave An insatiable desire to create Rose up and greeted me. I stepped into a new world. The year 20/20 is forever etched Abysmally imbedded in memory. Preferring not to say any more, It is what it was and most of us Survived, somewhat in tact. Saying good bye to loved ones, A way of life eternally changed Hiding behind doors and masks Refraining from physical contact Has taken a huge toll. Exploring this new world I discovered a new me. I’ve had the opportunity To accept what I couldn’t change Exploring that which I could. Trusting that I would be led Into an expansion of life From that which I’ve known, Stretching out and touching Virtually, beyond imagining. Letting the time communicate Looking for and seeking New ways to paint, to mold To write, to hold and caress life. Life has sustained me. A soul longing for meaning For a purpose amidst change, So profound and lasting. Abandoning all I’ve known For something unfamiliar. Side-stepping fear, with faith Hope has led me into the open The consummation amidst Known and ineffable destinations Has created a harmonious path. In spite of the tumult and tempest A population and earth convulsing, Change forced upon us Has not been entirely in vain. We are a tenacious lot. As it is when soil is broken Turned over and tilled, Preparing to plant new crops We have faith in the seeds. They will spring forth, new life.
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