It was a long-established pandemic.
Everyone are forced to stay home.
Yet within that home a meal course in the table is form.
Starting to appreciate what we have.
Economic status has gone down but your family finally form it's origanal status of love..
it felt like it would never end. It was like an arrow that pierced through every heart.
It has subdued and hurled us down.
If it would be in a romantic scene of tragedy.
You don't have a choice but to hug each other and muster the courage to jump altogether in to the nothingness because you are already corned on the edge, it could have been lovely but it was a fantasy.
The realities were, the one you loved became positive but got lock down or quarantined. The next knock is receiving an ash stored in a small pot.
It was painful, hard and tough.
As much as you wanted to nag God and hurry him up.. He is doing it for the decade to come.
This year will end soon, another flipping of calendar to do.
Let us wash our hands not just from the virus or germs but from the cause of our stumble.
Let us stay home and bring back the sweet meal together.
Let us put on a mask that protects us not the one that conceal the true us.
Let is practice the social distancing not just in physical but also from the toxic sites being feed to us that robbed our precious time.
We are creatures made from a dust, delicate and fragile but is breathed by His love.