Saturday night they woulda’ coulda’ shoulda’ been dancing, but they did not, because all the world was afraid of each other, frightened of the tiniest thing, a germ.
Fear of a germ froze the entire planet and imprisoned everybody, isolated everyone to stew and ruminate upon their own blockages, illusions, frights, monsters.
In better moments they latched onto rare hopes that fluttered by – hard to catch and
hard to catch a ride on such hopes,
because heavy hearts bogged them down.
Many passed their months stuck in a sludge of grumpy bile.
Yet through this dark season, humans awakened.
It looked invisible at the time,
but the germ served a higher purpose.
Love never dies.
It always grows, even now.
And You are not your body.
You are a beautiful Soul, an Eternal Being of Light and Love.
May I have this dance with you?
(I’m not suggesting that we immediately hit the dance halls and stir up that germ. But soon, what fun it will be to dance again …)