Monday Memories: Quietness Speaks

[From March, 2020] I took a recent neighborhood walk, and the surroundings were definitely not the norm.  Quiet streets and hardly anyone outside on a gloomy, spring afternoon.  I crossed a busy road, without the usual volume of traffic.  The entire experience brought many thoughts to mind, some of which found their way into this poem.

grayscale photography of waiting shed near open road at night

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Morning rush traffic, missing in action

Downtown streets resemble empty ghost towns

All of this, most unusual for many

Life experiencing major breakdowns

 

Atmosphere of dark, winter gloom arrives

Quiet neighborhood lanes, filled with stillness

Sheltered-in-place covers the entire land

Fear and panic, with visions of illness

 

Households, overflowing with family

Quite unique for a midweek afternoon

Only essential employees at work

Life differs from a “Charlie Brown” cartoon

 

Spring’s portraits and sounds, arriving on schedule

Trees bud out, grass turning green, robins sing

God’s creation reminds us, He is near

His steadfast, faithful hope shall always ring

young grain

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From Lamentations 3:21-23:  “But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:  The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.”

4 thoughts on “Monday Memories: Quietness Speaks

    • Amen!. I wrote this poem at the beginning of Covid’s impact upon our life here in the U.S. The verses kept moving forward with the intention of witnessing God at their conclusion.

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  1. I could tell this was influenced by COVID-19 and the way it changed our lives. But, it is so reassuring to know, “God’s creation reminds us, He is near/ His steadfast, faithful hope shall always ring.” I hear and feel that hope ringing today – even in the midst of chaos.

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    • Jan, your feedback is always a blessing. As I was rereading this poem, my mind rewound time back to those early weeks of the pandemic. Traffic on a busy road near my home was so scarce that I could cross easily, even during rush.

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