Lighted Sanctum of Soul

In the difficult times of pandemic like these, I’m restrained to do things that I’m used to doing. Life has lost its rhythm in the chaos of uncertainty, but I go on getting spontaneous help in plenty. In isolation disconnected from the outside world, I don’t spend the tough time in dull desolation. I get calls from my neighbors and their helping hands, in appreciation I’m overwhelmed by their kindness. How long these trying times will last I’ve no idea, but they won’t let my fragile morale plummet low. Even if black clouds disappear from my sky some day, the priceless debt to all these people I can’t repay. I realize the grace of God is bestowed through humans, lifting my splintered spirit from the abyss of misery. As the mind is permeated by the darkness of despair, in the sanctum of my soul God’s blessing lights the lamp. May 11, 2021 Contest : Your Philosophy During This Pandemic Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke