It's quiet-
left overs in the fridge
from Christmas,
cookie dough thawing
gift wrap in the re-cycle bin
and on the street
lights shining
with dreams of better days,
wishing Covid away,
but down the street as the snow lightly falls
in the distance, the moon up there glowing,
you can't help but smile
as a star shines brightly above the
houses still resting from the day before
the night, it says, if you listen-
come on now, we have better days ahead,
way better, so don't feel that type of heavy,
we will get through it
don't give up when the fear weighs
on your mind, don't fear the light- it is there,
so when the clouds are too dark remember
the stars and moon because up there
somewhere amongst the things we do not know
the things we can never be sure of,
lives a love greater than the Covid fatigue-
God's there,
never doubt
he will bring us through it all
just like he brings day into night
night into day
dark into light
By Melinda Cochrane
left overs in the fridge
from Christmas,
cookie dough thawing
gift wrap in the re-cycle bin
and on the street
lights shining
with dreams of better days,
wishing Covid away,
but down the street as the snow lightly falls
in the distance, the moon up there glowing,
you can't help but smile
as a star shines brightly above the
houses still resting from the day before
the night, it says, if you listen-
come on now, we have better days ahead,
way better, so don't feel that type of heavy,
we will get through it
don't give up when the fear weighs
on your mind, don't fear the light- it is there,
so when the clouds are too dark remember
the stars and moon because up there
somewhere amongst the things we do not know
the things we can never be sure of,
lives a love greater than the Covid fatigue-
God's there,
never doubt
he will bring us through it all
just like he brings day into night
night into day
dark into light
By Melinda Cochrane