End of 2020

Winds of time, come sweep away

The devastation of the day;

The isolation, grief and fear,

The sorrow shed in every tear.

Face to face, not screen to screen,

We long to be heard & hugged & seen.

Aching heart, desperate grope

Reach for life & peace & hope.

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