Every Seventeen Minutes
In New York it is reported people were dying every 17 minutes
5 hospitals at that time were overwhelmed
How do we deal with such tragic, horrific events?
Here we sit in isolation, feeling powerless
Relying on prayer and writing or creating what we can
Contacting senators and governors with good ideas too
The skies were bright earlier today, the sun was free to shine
Now it is overcast, as if the news made it blind
We are all faced with this together, the same ugly illness
That creeps everywhere and haunts us all
We can only do our best with care and create so we don't fall
Heidi Sands
3/28/20
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