As I write this poem, billions around the world are getting
terribly sick from this pandemic. As I think on this gross,
unforgiving wave of sickness and potential death possibly to
billions of others, strangely and paradoxicallly, my mind
turns to LOVE. LOVE, it strikes me, is possibly the most
underused, and underappreciated most positively powerful
force not only on Earth, but also in the Cosmos. For as long as
**** sapiens have roamed this Earth, it seems to me that the vast
emerging, expanding, elvolving beings that eventually became
what we now call human beings were inordinately, but under-
standably, preoccupied with their own survival, and not so much
with the well-being of all others. I think, somehow, we human
beings missed that critical mark, and consequently took the wrong
fork in the road of humankind's journey into the future that took us
toward the most unfortunate destination we could have consciously
chosen, which we did, rather than consciously choosing the most
fortunate destination, which we did not. We would up chooing "We
versus Them" instead of "We Are All One." The good news is that it is
not too late to have this everlasting epiphany, the culmination of which
is LOVE, and the ramifications of which will not fail to touch all of
us. If we come to love Earth, we shall ineluctably come to love every
single part, every single particle, of Earth, and all living creations upon
it:  human beings, animals, plants, the air, the oceans, the raindrops--everything--because LOVE encompasses everthing in the Cosmos.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks