In front of her laptop she sits alone
Silence in an empty home.
The chaotic life of a classroom teacher
Resorted now to online lecture.
Noise of students long since faded
Their absence she has always hated.
“Who am I?” a voice begins to say,
This virus stripped my life away.
The whisper comes but quietly,
That life was your identity.
It whispers deep inside her soul,
There’s something more that makes you whole.
The whisper lingers in the silence
Of a Heart.
He hangs his suit behind the door.
They closed all offices on his floor.
“Daddy come and play with us!”
At home his tie, superfluous.
No longer a dignified CEO,
A title his kids don’t even know.
“Who am I?” a voice begins to say,
This virus stripped my life away.
The whisper comes but quietly,
That life was your identity.
It whispers deep inside his soul,
There’s something more that makes you whole.
The whisper lingers in the silence.
Of a heart
Rows and rows of empty chairs,
His footsteps echo on the stairs.
A place where many people gathered,
Now separated, His people scattered.
He lingers in the empty space,
Afraid of the silence filling the place.
“Who am I?” a voice begins to say,
this virus stripped my life away.
The whisper comes but quietly,
That life was your identity.
It whispers deep inside his soul
There’s something more that makes you whole.
The whisper lingers in the silence
Of a heart
And in the silence of hearts the whisper speaks
To the absolute truth the whole world seeks.
The whisper crescendos on the wind
Into a shout borne by humankind,
Awakened to a new reality
Of what is of eternity.
Sunset over Lake Harriet May 15 2020
