T’was a month before Christmas,
And all through the town,
People wore masks,
That covered their frown.
The frown had begun
Way back in the Spring,
When a global pandemic
Changed everything.
Tag: <span>Hope</span>
“How many Trump voters does it take to change a light bulb? None! Trump will declare there is light and they will stand in the dark and cheer!
At first I smiled when I read the joke, but my smile quickly turned into sadness. How can such a harmless joke bear so much truth?
I felt surprised by my own excitement. After all, it’s just politics. A game played by the rich to manipulate the poor. It has always been like this and while we all know it, we still fall into the same traps over and over.
I hike, I climbed the mountains like a goat. I skied fearlessly down black diamond slopes, yet I am not good with heights. Put me on a ladder and I will climb up like the wind, coming down, that’s a different story.
By John Lewis
While my time here has now come to an end, I want you to know that in the last days and hours of my life you inspired me. You filled me with hope about the next chapter of the great American story when you used your power to make a difference in our society. Millions of people motivated simply by human compassion laid down the burdens of division. Around the country and the world you set aside race, class, age, language and nationality to demand respect for human dignity.
Ordinary people, trying to live their lives the best way they can. We don’t try to force our will upon others. We do not confuse having a strong opinion with being right. We do not look past our mistakes, but try to live with them. We do not accost women, men, or people “different” from us.
A lady walked into my workroom. I had been waiting on her, she had made an appointment a few days earlier. I stood behind my work surface, which puts automatically the required social distance in place. I wore my elephant mask with pride, while she wore nothing to protect herself -or me.
His heart is weakened, he is waiting for a flight home, and I read his blog because I love his writing style. We will never meet, perhaps don’t even read each other’s blogs for too long, yet he had the power to make me change my ways.
This is the apocalypse
A daffodil has poked its head up
from the dirt and opened
sunny arms to bluer skies
yet I am filled with
dark and anxious dread
as theaters close as travel ends and
grocery stores display their empty rows
where toilet paper liquid bleach
and bags of flour stood in upright ranks.