On December 1. My Journal Notes

 

 

 My Journal Notes

Thank God!  We have survived almost 10 anomalous months of this pandemic.

The past had been sad days of our isolation not just physically but in isolation with our own thoughts.  Others, have gone ahead of us, in this plaque of covid 19, in grief, in hunger,  in line of work, and some in sacrifice. 

The battle had been tough, even just by peeping at the windows, or lurking inside a mask and a shield. The experience was harrowing for all of us, but the world never stopped, God  spun the earth and unburdened us in his light.

 

Poem 1

When the world stopped in the hilt of this pandemic

 I thought about the many mysteries.

I thought about how life began,

but could not figure, how all would end. 

Maybe tomorrow, a scene of fractious

sounds, of guns, of bullets ,

explosions from corners are set for breakfast

You and me in cities with signs so uncertain,

All heavy broken pieces everywhere,

the world in apocalypse cold.

 

/rosevoc