I wash my hands and I wipe my cart.
I wear a mask and I stand apart.
I Vax and Boost when they tell me to.
Is there anything else I need to do?
I wash my hands and I wipe my cart.
I wear a mask and I stand apart.
I Vax and Boost when they tell me to.
Is there anything else I need to do?
I guess we’ll just adapt and thrive.
Somehow we’re here, and we’re still alive.
We can’t go back. And, we can’t just quit.
So I guess we’ll just make the best of it!
The COVID number’s climbing.
We are all at risk again.
The masks and Vacs don’t stop it.
We can’t seem to rein it in.
Each day I rise with a list of things
I’m not quite sure how to do.
Each night’s surprise
‘fore I close my eyes…
is that somehow I muddled on through.
Massacres. The price of gas.
Climate change. Hate comes to pass.
Bloody fighting in Ukraine.
COVID’s on the rise again.
Baby food is hard to find.
Civility’s been left behind.
Abortion risk. The loss of rights.
Worried days and restless nights.
Insurgency. The threat of fire.
Inflation fears. It all seems dire.
We’re hoping for some peace of mind…
But, while we wait, let’s all be kind.
.
Take this little blessing
and touch it to your heart.
It won’t take away the heartache,
but it might help make a start.
My candle is burning.
It’s all I can do.
It’s a light in the darkness.
It’s shining for you.
Super-markets, churches, schools…
movies, malls…
all bloody pools…
when shooters want a
shooting range.
None can stop it.
Ain’t life strange?
Bullets in the schoolroom.
Bodies on the floor.
Bloody children dying.
Shooter at the door.
Pencils dropping downward.
Paper clutched in hand.
Grown-ups let it happen.
Hard to understand.
The small little bodies
lay dead on the floor.
A school is for learning.
They’re learning no more.