It was March 2020…
The streets emptied, stores closed, and people huddled at home. It was a time of panic. A pandemic. Markets crashed, borders closed, and people pivoted.
But spring didn’t know.
Flowers readied to bloom. The birds sang. Snowbanks began to lose their battle with the sun, and morning came earlier.
It was March 2020…
Students learned online, and leaned in to chores at home. Couples couldn’t dine out, or workout, only make out.
But spring didn’t know.
Time in the garden was coming, the grass would grow, and buds prepared to burst.
It was March 2020…
People self-isolated, protecting grandparents, and the vulnerable. No weddings, reunions or even funerals. Fear tainted every hour and days looked alike.
But spring didn’t know.
Apple trees, cherry trees, and honeybees grew.
It was March 2020…
Vocabulary expanded – “flatten-the-curve” and “self-quarantine” – people became supportive and focused on what really matters. They sang on their balconies and neighbours chorused in.
But spring didn’t know.
In March 2020 spring continued to be there despite everything. Despite the virus, the fear, and death.
Because spring didn’t know, it taught people the power of hope.
APPLICATION: With inspiration and appreciation to Irene Vella. Let’s stay connected. Please leave a comment below. Thank you.
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Thanks for this message of hope. I am pleased to see and share positive attitudes. God be with you and yours. Blessings.
Sheila
I couldnt help as I read with a heavy heart about this virus and how people are suffering, scared, don’t know what is going to happen next. You brought my eyes and thoughts to all the beautiful creation that God has given and a huge reminder of how Godnwill never leave us. Throw the fear away in Jesus Name and I pray God will help me to raise my faith in Him. Glory to His Name. Amen.
Well written PB and a treasure amidst the storm of sobering info! ♥️
This poem originates in Italy, the writer wrote it to reflect the situation at the time in Italy. Her name Irene Vella.