through walls and fences
the sound of children laughing
joy can’t be contained
living with “shelter in place”
what will be our narratives?
through walls and fences
the sound of children laughing
joy can’t be contained
living with “shelter in place”
what will be our narratives?
lives in the balance
no one knows their allotment
time measured to each
how long we live matters not
how well we love matters more
dark city skyline
back lit by blue morning light
and rose colored clouds
nothing to warn visitors
city under quarantine
unprecedented
working from home and finding
joy through the window
leaves and flowers budding
birds singing and finding mates
in times dire as these
where else does one turn, if not
to Living Water
everything that one needs
flows from within from the start