What is the sadness that with

a misty grey grief fills the world?

A cry of a woman on television

for a loss — an unending grief

rips her heart as endless tears

roll down her wet cheeks. Her

mouth remains open in imitation

of the Munch-like Scream. That is

grief. The sorrow of loss is for the

living. Love heals by giving. Sharing?

Is it possible to share mourning?

Missing? All the wounds death

inflicts on the living? With

love and compassion, I hold your

hand in grieving, not just for the dead,

but the loss of a way of life. For

you, my friends, I can only be there

in empathy, with my love and sympathy.

Let us walk towards a new dawn. Dream

of an aubade in a mask-free, virus-free world.

Let us write a hymn of love. And just wait... wait...