New poem: "In the Words of Robert Frost"

In the Words of Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in the woods

of life, one of freedom and the other

of fear, that COVID-19 has brought us

to with this global pandemic; but not

until we expand the context of our life

will we see that all the suffering and

grief that COVID-19 is responsible for

is waking us up to the learning we need

to expand our paradigm and free us of

our darkest fears, so when we come to

the next crossroads of our own life we

can take the road less traveled by,

which, in the words of Robert Frost,

makes all the difference.

Poem for the week: "The Celestial Music of COVID-19"

The Celestial Music of COVID-19

I sensed it unexpectedly while talking

with my love this morning, a feeling,

an insight born of this global pandemic

that’s terrifying the whole world.

“It’s in the air,” I said, grasping it with

my poet’s mind, a sound I never heard

before, a new octave higher than any

music the world has ever known.

A sound of restive peace, a quietude

of healing that no earthly orchestra

could conceive, and I said to my love,

“It’s the celestial music of COVID-19.”

And I knew that the world will one day

relish in this new octave of higher being,

born in the womb of COVID-19, as we

painfully entrain with life’s divine

purpose of harmonious living.