This Is For All the Lonely People
It comes in waves doesn't it? There's a loneliness that's risen to the surface in our lives, exacerbated by a cold, wet blanket of a Pandemic that surges on. The tide has gone out. We have no more breathe. Figuratively and literally, sadly. There's loneliness in Covid. There's loneliness in our small celebrations of life and holidays. There's loneliness in our friendships, as a lot of them drift apart like continents in a vast oceans. We can only maintain so many. There's loneliness in the guilt and shame that whispers in our ear, "You haven't been a very good friend." There's loneliness in the hurt. The parenting, the teaching, the relationships and marriages, the sons and daughters, the childless, the houseless, the sick and dying. There's loneliness in not knowing how to respond to yet another death. There's loneliness in the grief. There's loneliness in the accused and the accuser, the oppressed and the oppressor. This ...
