During this pandemic, people’s faces are symbolic of our oneness. We each have a story to tell, a gift to share. There’s some semblance of inner connection regardless of cultural differences, language constraints. Our hearts yearn for something we all sense but cannot grasp. We reach out, we retreat inward, our hope clings loosely to a dream of what could be, despite the despair clouding our vision. It is often shouting and infecting our wounds. We need all people’s faces with us in our hearts to truly change this world.
During this pandemic, people’s faces are symbolic of our oneness. We each have a story to tell, a gift to share. There’s some semblance of inner connection regardless of cultural differences, language constraints. Our hearts yearn for something we all sense but cannot grasp. We reach out, we retreat inward, our hope clings loosely to a dream of what could be, despite the despair clouding our vision. It is often shouting and infecting our wounds. We need all people’s faces with us in our hearts to truly change this world.