They want to control a woman's womb like in the Handmaid’s Tale They want to encourage vigilantes to report on women who violate the abortion deadline of 6 weeks This kind of Republic of Gilead control is acceptable to them But mandating masks to protect people from a life-threatening illness, a worldwide pandemic.... This kind … Continue reading The Hypocrisy of Texas Politicians
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Shoes of the Little Ones
My God. These are the shoes of children—Sandals, boots and leather footwear Worn by little ones with hopes and dreams for a bright future Innocent boys and girls expecting that their parents would keep them safe None of them realizing that once they took off their shoes, their fate was sealed I am not sure … Continue reading Shoes of the Little Ones
Still Standing
I almost died when a wasp stung me at 20 I was dumped by a man I thought I loved at 30 My heart was broken by the suicide of a special friend at 60 But I am still standing Many years ago, my parents died, and it bothers me still This year I broke … Continue reading Still Standing
The Great Disruption or the Great Awakening?
2020, the first year of the Great Disruption. It had been 100 years since our last pandemic. We were due for another one and Covid-19 obliged us. Most everyone suffered. Millions died. The world was turned upside down. All the things that brought us joy were no longer allowed: No hugs or kisses. No parties. … Continue reading The Great Disruption or the Great Awakening?
Sunny Afternoon
I bask in the sunlight this beautiful June day.So delighted to be out--no clouds about. Sky so blue! Flowers of red, yellow and many other hues enjoying themselves too, blossoming in bunches the whole day through.Source of all, I thank you kindly for days like today, when our troubles simply melt away. There is nothing … Continue reading Sunny Afternoon
For the Three Million and for Those Who Remain
“More than three million people have died from Covid-19 since the first cases surfaced more than 14 months ago and upended life for people across the globe.” —NY Times The silent killer continues its work. First it stalked the old and infirm and people with underlying conditions. Now it has come on strong to snatch … Continue reading For the Three Million and for Those Who Remain
Dark Hole of the Pandemic
When will it end? Dear source of all, Help us cope. We have fallen into a deep and dark hole. Over one year since the pandemic began, it continues to grind on, crushing souls along the way. We are masked up at a virtual costume ball, where dancing isn't allowed, smiles can't be seen and … Continue reading Dark Hole of the Pandemic
The awful, horrible, terrible time
--Dedicated to children all around the world It was an awful, horrible, terrible time when we couldn't say, "Let's play!" When we had to stay home, all alone, with no one to talk to. How can a tiny bug keep us all away from fun, away from sun, day after day? Mommy is crabby all … Continue reading The awful, horrible, terrible time
Riding Out the Storm
Crouching down with hands over head Trying to ride out the pandemic storm Is God punishing us? Is the earth fed up with humans? I hear wailing in the distance Is someone crying? Or is it the sound of sirens? Wondering when it will be safe again Safe to travel, to hug and kiss loved … Continue reading Riding Out the Storm
Pandemic Blues
Raise your hand if you are sick and tired of this pandemic. I know I am. Can't travel anywhere. Can't visit family and friends in the United States. Can't sing in a choir to chase away the blues. Can't go to memorial services for choir members or their spouses who have died nor can you … Continue reading Pandemic Blues
