A deafening silence is filling our well of discontent.
Desperate, newsfeeds languish without laughter
‘Cause the ground has been grasped from beneath all our feet,
So we yield and to Mercy, we beg
As furious, speedy spirals dizzy us,
Yet limbs, fingers and toes invisibly tangle to show what we share.
We isolate under the phones on our heads
And so still we meet.
Our musical tongue confesses
The volume in our homes we pump.
To dance, we must still dare.
In these uncertain times here are some songs from all around the world to consciously inform, inspire, and uplift as we wait for the world’s storm to end. I pray we awaken from the wreckage, spirited to new meaning and inner sunshine, for one and most importantly for all.