Faced with the situation which we're faced, like many today, I feel the chains; The loss of freedom to travel and choose and the money to do so, and the waste of not being able to work, wages we lose, fears for our own, or other's health, or plans we have had to put on the shelf, not knowing which way the wind will blow.
Then in weakness, I remember I'm poor, that the gods I made are only of gold, easily spent, for my certainties so unsure, and learning to accept the situation, consenting to constraints, with patience, without whys and wherefores for explanation, I no longer resist, for whatever is, is best, for the chains that tie us are meant to bless.
