These are terrible times. The other day I was thinking that it might have been harder had this pandemic occurred in winter. It’s harder in winter to remember that there is a season for everything. Spring reminds us that what we thought was dead and gone will return. It gives us hope. I was thinking of that this week on one of my walks.
Hope in the Time of Covid-19
Because the garden is peppered with purple crocuses,
Because there are buds on the flowering cherry,
Because the peonies are pushing through fall’s leftover leaves,
Because the bluebirds have returned,
Because I feel warmth from the sun and comfort from the moon,
hear the laughter of children and the wren’s sweet song,
Because there is kindness and caring and love all around…
I have hope.
You can find this week’s round up at The Opposite of Indifference. Thanks, Tabitha!