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Jun 2020
I'm lonely, and I am not the only one. We cannot touch
one another. It is not just our bodies that are separated, it is
also our souls, our hearts as well. This virus eats at our
oneness worldwide. The truth is we have suffereded from
this sickness of the soul it seems forever:  wars, murders,
killings, tortures, slavery, racisim, and more. The ones who
tried to lead us to love sacrificed their lives:  Jesus, Lincoln,
Gandhi, King, and many nameless others. Love, of course,
is the ultimate cure for all theses sicknesses of the soul. When
all those on Earth come to realize this and embrace it and act
on it, we shall be spiritually immune from its perniciousness,
but not until then.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  81/M/Boulder, CO
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