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In the hope that there not be
In the hope that there not be a reoccurrence of empty streets devoid of the joy of laughing children.
In the hope that there not be a reoccurrence of covered faces making people around us hardly recognizable.
In the hope that there not be a reoccurrence of the scent of chloride in homes, businesses, bars and public places.
In the hope that there not be a reoccurrence of greetings at a distance devoid of meaning, that say from afar, “We are no longer visiting.”
In the hope that there not be a reoccurrence of the tired faces of doctors and nurses, cleaners and so many good people who work in silence – the researchers.
In the hope that there be daily applauding of the Corona on the way out when we will once again be brothers.
In the hope that Covid disappear leaving in its wake the usual greetings restored with their full meaning of meeting and hugging!!
In the hope that we can appreciate our magnificent creation, gift of God to all humanity, to be shared in peace and fraternity.
How will we transition from nightmare to dream? When grudges, falsehood and treachery dissipate and our Corona virus takes on the name LOVE.
Hilda M.
April 2020