The Virus comes home

 

The alarm bells of anxiety rang cruelly and loudly

as the pandemic reached into the heart of my family

No longer was it a statistic but a personal tragedy and reality

so tenuous is life, not knowing the hour or the day

I raced around in my confused mind

looking for what could not be found

Messages passed to and fro to offer prayers and support

but then I stopped as activity offered nought

In silence I sat to view my garden clothed in winter's grey

and then into this silence I heard a still small voice of calm say

Come to me all who are overburdened and I shall give you rest

I then yeilded all my anxiety to he who knows what is best

and placed my hands into his healing hands

whose power reigns over all the lands