As I sit writing in my office, my mind is constantly distracted by the sounds outside my window. Since sunrise the birds have been singing nonstop and their chirping is like a balm to the soul at this terrible time .
Even as a writer of the paranormal, I would find it impossible to envision the horror we are being confronted with every day, as so many are sick and dying. There is little relief from it, as newspapers and news programs offer scant hope. None of us know what the outcome of this terrible virus will be and all we can do is pray for a better time to come. That’s why I stopped to listen to the birdsong. I can’t help but imagine, as each note rises high into the air, that they are offering God the only thing they have, their song and asking nothing for themselves in return, but his help for mankind. Perhaps, if we pause and listen to the voices carried in the wind, we might hear his whispered reply. Stay safe, my friends.
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