RWISA PROFILE PAGE D.L.Finn
It flows quietly on a breeze
Covering the landscape in its presence.
The world simplifies at that moment
While the mountain mist intensifies.
Its threatening chill keeps us indoors
How long will it eliminate color from our world?
Yet, we’re securely tucked away inside.
We have a full stomach.
A place to sleep… others don’t.
Some live outside in this mountain mist
Trying to survive.
We offer what we can... from a safe distance.
As we head back to our protected lives
Suddenly, we get a glimpse past the monochrome.
Then we remember that a dreary gray mountain moment
Does not subdue the light that shines within all of us.
Gone is my freedom as I shelter at home.
Gone is abundant supplies; I must get in line to shop.
Gone are family gatherings, events, and appointments.
Gone is the income from those deemed non-essential.
Gone is the guarantee they will be helped.
This is all replaced by a new world.
Where procuring toilet paper is a reason to celebrate.
Where putting my wants over someone’s safety is a priority.
Where people risk their lives to save others.
Where people do without, perhaps for the first time.
Where learning how to make what used to be available.
Yes, so much has changed and is gone—for now.
My hope is this new insight and caring…
Stays long after everything that is gone, returns
And things go back to a new compassionate normal.
A storm tore through our world unseen
But we felt its presence as hospitals filled.
We tried to wash it off and hide from it
Yet, it kept coming.
Finally, we headed into the storm shelter
Only venturing out for food…
Unless we were needed to fight this storm.
So many heroes raced into the chaos
Sadly, some did not make it back home.
While the rest of us waited in our safety
Grateful for what we had
Worried for what we did not.
Here we wait for that sunny day
When the storm fades away,
And we return to normal again
Armed with a new understanding…
Of how fragile our existence is.
Something the wise won’t ever forget.