Finding joy in little things again,
Like standing in the mirror and looking back at self.
I notice these thin lines on my face. I’m growing.
Corona took the rush away. And again, I’m grasping
moments. Like today, I sat down to write; stories
Of imaginary people lingering in my head.
You don’t have a clue the pleasure it brings me.
Hitherto, I would have already packed up my bags
and long gone— to this job I don’t even like!
And now I’m asking myself; were money not a factor
And expectations no count, where
would my dreams lead me?
I guess Corona has me pondering now after all;
Real deep thoughts. In my solitude
I’m acknowledging myself…
Maybe this is what second chance feels like.
Learning again to touch base with things
that mean something to me.
As I pace my room gently in quiet meditation;
how long it’s been since I’ve felt
the quiet thumbing of my heart and silent breaths.
Recently, I’ve read, Isaiah 26:20,
“Go home my people,
And lock your doors! Hide yourself for a little while,
Until the Lord’s anger has passed,” it says.
Maybe quarantine is godly. Maybe it’s not.
But here I am, waiting where I am.
Hoping. Praying. For this storm named
COVID-19 to pass;
For the sun to shine again, in godly fashion.
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