The Magic Spell

In times of fear, not all is clear

For tunnels bend, before the end.

My mind can stray, I lose my way

But keep the light, within my sight.

Sorrow plants its roots

Deep within our country-

The fallen have been revived-

Metaphorically of course,

Their souls have been found

And real-life plans for the worst.

Seems lost souls are reconnecting

So much loss, too much loss

Grandma meeting her children

It's almost as if it's all over again.

But the loss hits the US hard -

Where will we end up?

No worries my friends -

The time has come

For so many to experience

What really happens after the end.

Say hello to my loved ones,

Say goodbye my dear friend

And dont worry yourself-

We all have an end

Like scattered seeds, among the weeds,

I must push through, to pastures new

To rise and bloom, I shall subsume

What lies within, the thick and thing

I cannot change or rearrange

For what is done, has now begun

I am alone but shall atone

A different way, to live each day.

A rocky road is not foretold,

So in the now, is all I know,

For yesterday, is history

Tomorrow is a mystery.