But some people won't.
Most of us, we'll have been lucky; we won't have been very sick (if sick at all), we won't have lost a family member or close friend, we'll still have a job, or one to which we can return (and I thank God for President Trump, perhaps the only leader who can rebuild the economy now).
But a lot of lives will have been wrecked, and these folks won't come along for the clmib back into the green, sunlit lands.
And they will be largely ignored; this thing was different.
COVID-19 underscored a common vulnerability. It could strike anyone anywhere.
Those who lost much are an uncomfortable reminder of that, living monuments to there but for the grace of God go I.
We'll want to forget COVID-19, and the threat.
And we'll want to forget the victims, too.
These times will soon be passing,
and the days will promise fair,
but don't forget the lasting
need to love and care
for those whose joy has been suspended,
whose faith's been badly shaken,
whose stable lives have been upended,
whose loved ones have been taken.
They'll live in shadows down the years
when our smaller shades have passed away,
and in their sad vale, long past tears,
they'll need a friend to stop and stay,
not for duty, but by choice
to listen to a grief-choked voice.
I'm almost embarrassed to mention how I'm doing...the problems of one person don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world, after all.
Let's just say things are far worse, leave it at that. Cancer's winning.
Nonetheless, I still believe in rainbows and singing frogs. Won't you, as well?
Please, believe with me.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.