God in heaven, I am so scared . . .
Seventy years old and frightened
of the dark like a little kid . . .
We have quarantined ourselves here in
this tiny, tiny cabin since the first edict.
Alas, the water isn't potable, although
it serves for other uses. And, we're
'bout out of bottled water.
We'll figure out a way, we always do.
But, it really brings home where we
stand just now with this international
virus issue . . .
(I do feel the word PLAGUE coming on!)
We have plenty with which to entertain
ourselves and thank the gods we get
along beautifully. But I find, fear lurks.
I had never thought of it that way until
it crept into my soul ever so slowly but
surely, none the less.
At times like these, I so wish I had
the faith of that little child who used
to kneel by the bedside and recite . . .
"Now I lay me down to sleep . . ."
so ashamed of me
must rise to the occasion
fear so repugnant
"Fears are educated into us, and
can, if we wish, be educated out!
~Karl Augustus Menninger
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