Thunderous bells tolled from the church high tower filling the kingdom with fear in the midnight hour. "Who dares enter god's tower in the dark of night, waking the kingdom with no moon in sight?" "'It is I replied the courier," message in hand. "I travel with word of a black death that ravishes the land." "Quiet, you fool!" the Cleric chided in a hushed tone. "There will be no black death with god on our throne!" "Dear sir, I implore you, the death knows no gods. Reject the black death and you increase the odds, of suffering and loss of your faithful flock. For the black death will enter your kingdom and not bother to knock!"
you need not suffer in this season of despair the answer to your suffering is to become aware the answer is not seen, nor is it heard it is not known through pictures or words it is a potent force not easily understood it does not boast thus its power is obscured surrendering to silence is the answer you seek quiet the mind and suspend your critique take shelter in silence to endure the storm silence of the mind has the power to transform
are we on the other side of terror? there are those who say it is so yet I fear terror has taken hold it traveled through my town on one unsuspecting soul but it did not stretch its long arms down the back roads or come knocking at my door i am socially distancing lest the terror wants more the terror knows no bounds it quakes the great cities and slithers through rural towns in search of the unprotected, the doubtful, the unmasked the terror is unleashed i fear we are not on the other side of terror, we are in the belly of the beast!