Postcards from Quarantine
The storm will pass…
The storm will pass…
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
A hero is an ordinary individual…
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.