Would we all get together,
Once victims of the world’s pandemics,
All from different eras:
Yours horse and buggies,
Mine, rocket ships.
The gravity of the loss
Of loved ones shared
And then it was our turn.
Human affairs, even the most
Advanced, our small talk now,
Compared to the immensity
Of Heaven, the ever endless newness
Of eternal living. Promises no longer,
Faith and hope long put aside,
Love and joy now, Love and Joy!
Gary Edward Geraci