Once, the skin of all was black
Now, for so many, it has faded
as has their humanity
Crystal clear tears of the still, human
flow in rivers on
the streets of “freedom”
while their blood spills
red, then dries to black
But the flesh of the fake
contemptible, vile
is pale and bloodless
It’s not all gloom and it’s not all doom
we’ll get through, though we are on the brink
fortunately, we have brains that can think
Minds are joining to learn what to do
while hands will work to see the job through
In our separate homes
we don’t have to feel alone
if we use even one of the ways
we can reach out to each other, in a day
There are many, so many, hearts that must give
just so that, they and humanity, can truly live
Maybe right now, we cannot touch hands
but certainly, we can all try to dance
There are millions of songs to sing
simply for the soul-lifting joy they bring
We can seek out laughter, to keep the opposite at bay
bright eyes and smiles can definitely lighten the way
And when fear starts to creep into your head
if it’s daytime, stay busy; if night, read a good book before bed
In the morning, look to nature for the lessons it may bring
after the darkest storm, the sky becomes a cloudless, deep blue, and the birds sing
And in this moment, even amidst the turmoil, still, we can embrace the beauty of a brand new spring
Heartspell 