angelic pleas in quarantine

Here we are..

Limited to our tranquil spaces of solitude.

Limited to our confined spaces of agony.

Limited. Refuged. Detained.

While some revel in the timeless sanctuary of freedom,

Others ache in the inescapable hells of bitterness and lack.

Some see hope, others see fear.

Some choose light, others don’t have a choice.

How do we help?

How do we grace those suffering?

How do we hear their voices and offer aid,

Make the unseen seen, the helpless hopeful?

It feels wrong to stay too long in paradise

When the life beyond the gates

dreams for a chance to walk within solitude, understanding, and peace.

We must bring heaven to them.

Overfill your cup and give to as many lives you see.

Touch them with grace and integrity.

Offer held spaces for love and acceptance.

A helping hand can be all someone needs.

We are all divine.

We are all worthy.

We are all deserving to triumph this place called life.

Be the loving soul to everyone you meet.

It could be the single beacon one needs to see through the darkness.