Broken not spoken. Injured not healing for what have we done? This garden of ours where we wind away the hours amongst the roses has all but gone - for the world is broken, damaged and beyond repair as we all sit in our lair, of consumerism and capital divide.
Why can we not live as one? Instead we resort to bombs, collateral damage without any thought, for this war is never won. Oh COVID what have you done? You came along at the worse time a clear year for many without fear - now that has all but gone, the instigation of fear you bought with you that runs deep. Creating dividends that divide and not untie.
For the world is broken. Damaged and makes no sense. Did we ever learn to heal or does the war that has been raging still go on?
Now what have we done? Damaged you beyond belief and yet as we go one, no turning back to previous life. Instead earth you are punishing us. For damaging you throughout humankinds existent. But don't worry,
we created a broken world.
An observation on life, and the destruction by humankind on planet earth during a pandemic.
I listen to my daughter outside the window. My husband sharing knowledge with her. She excitedly responds and asks more questions. He follows up on her inquiry with more insight. Her curious mind never stops. Nor would I ever want it to.
The fresh air streams in through a screen. Acorns falling from a distance. A cat meanders through our yard. But only for a moment. Curiosity abounds again. Where was it? Show me, please.
The need to know. The need to understand. The need to comprehend. We could all benefit from that openness.
They return to the kitchen. I will now sip my coffee.