Social Isolation: Day 34
Too many deer to count maketh to lie down in green pastures that would normally, this time of year, be our back yard. Sometimes they do that, just lie down. And the foxes rest in their dens, groundhogs in burrows, birds in nests, as if they agreed, for a day, to leave each other alone. Maketh is a better word than makes. The virus and the chill air maketh me to watch and learn, here at the big window, how wild things may take a break beside still waters, how damp brown grass turns green again, and how a soul, even in isolation, might look outside and find itself restored. S. Robbins, April 20, 2020
Sherry Robbins 