Flexible Souls Poem by Curtis Johnson

A year that began and lingered long with pandemic and promises.Civil unrest with protest around the globe, crying out for justice. Mighty winds, fire storms, and a long lasting hot summer. Unprecedented hurricanes, leaving heartache and pain.

Some souls caught on fire, revealing the love inside of them, while others were cold as ice, unable to show or share their love. There were targeted acts of kindness from people ever so nice.The challenges seemed overwhelming, but mercy and love fought back.

What has felt like The Twilight Zone distracted but never disturbed my soul. On the contrary, many souls as well as mine refused to look down, but wiped away the tears, and daring defeat, looked up and discovered Grace and Love. Yes, in the midst of my personal peaceful state, I still felt the grieving cries and unspeakable pain of a million souls or more.

What at times appeared to be 'the worst of times' always found a rival with 'the best of times'. In 2020, I witnessed many a soul like my own whose hearts were much more flexible than ever before realized. A song comes to mind, "Then Sings My Soul My Savior God To Thee; How Great Thou Art, How Great Thou Art".

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