Viral Effect
The baseball fields are empty...no crack of the bat nor cheers in the stands;
no children's laughter in the park, and the balloon man can't be found...
It feels for now that all is lost and it will never be the same as we busy ourselves with mundane activities just to keep from going insane...
No Sunday morning church crowds nor over crowded tables at favorite after church restaurants... shopping malls are closed and those that dare to venture out behind masks and gloved are shy to look your way... and we know that something is lost.
Still, families are gathered together and flowers are blooming around their cleaned abodes...we are using our minds to think of ways to survive until this giant is slain...
We will come out ahead in many ways...more thankful...more resourceful...less dependent on ease and comfort and more dependent on ourselves and God;realizing just how vulnerable we all are and that our way of life can change in the blink of an eye...
There still remains blue skies and lakes, music and ice cream...we can still communicate and laugh, dance and sing...and pray.
But for this day, the baseball fields are empty and the children's laughter no longer fills the park...still somehow we will learn that we've gained something.
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