Easter

With more than a half million COVID-19 cases in the US and more than 20,000 deaths, many in the US are waking up to Easter Sunday to hail the size of tennis balls. Meanwhile, gun sales are at record highs, the stock market is doing well, and many are praising Trump, as he so much loves, while people are dying and crying. Instead of worrying if your neighbor is infected, now you have to worry if your neighbor is armed and dangerous. I have been watching the Andy Griffith show instead of the news while hunkered down at home, remembering how different things were in the 1950s - sure, the show exaggerates but I do recall simpler times and a more caring atmosphere back then as I was growing up in East Tennessee. Now I look at this map of the virus -  https://www.cnn.com/interactive/2020/health/coronavirus-us-maps-and-cases/ - and I see suffering almost everywhere. 

I read T.S, Eliot looking for something I know not what - "April is the cruellest month, breeding, Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing, Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain."

And then there is the voice of the Rock:

"o world of spring and autumn, birth and dying

The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GOD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?"

And then I think of #45 ... maybe my neighbor with the 44 will do something about that ... maybe there is "balm in Gilead" ... 

maybe "truth crushed to earth will rise again" ...maybe "the American eagle will finally spread its wings and straighten up and fly right" ... 

Maybe some us will survive and learn to live in peace and respect those who are different and help those who are less fortunate ...

Meanwhile, #45 expands his fortune and disparages those who fail to praise his bone spurs ...

Meanwhile, the Rock reminds us:

" The desert is squeezed in the tube-train next to you,
The desert is in the heart of your brother.
The good man is the builder, if he build what is good. " 

And #45 wants to keep building walls ... and dividing ... and gathering in all the praise and benefits he can at any cost ..

Today is a sad day but there are always little glimmers of hope ... someone bringing food to the elderly and disabled ...

and a still small voice voice still says, someday ...

Happy Passover, Easter and Ramadan ...