Poetry In Pain
Ironies abounded during COVID.
During one particular 14-day quarantine, my brother-in-law surprised us with a big smile and three, count-them, three big bags of fresh vegetables, a watermelon, a Greek melon and some neatly-wrapped applewood bacon and lean ground chuck.
He knew we couldn’t get to the store. But lo and behold, right on my counter, there was a plate of San Marzano tomatoes from my COVID Garden. Since he is a cook, I took one of his bags and gave him the entire yield. Oh, the look on his face.
During quarantine, anyone can tend to think, “What can I do for others?”
In this case, we gave my brother-in-law the gift of giving because of our need and because we couldn’t leave, he gave us the gift of giving by coming.
The pandemic has produced some delicious examples of irony.
PORTAL TO HEAVEN: There can be poetry in pain depending on what page you are turning.
At the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. The goal is equality, as it is written: "The one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little.” 2 Corinthians 8:14,15 NIV