Dr. Cynthia Wimberly
Pain, Suffering, Guilt and Death
Isolation, Frustration, Fear, and Theft.
The thief has stolen happiness and companionship.
Life goes on.
The struggle is real, as the enemy is surreal.
A common enemy throughout the globe,
Attacking both the young and old.
In my garden I find rest.
The intensity of the bloom pierces my soul
Through the fragrance of the rose.
The flowers struggle to break through the soil,
To endure the heat, to withstand the wind, and
My soul moves to transcend the pandemic,
To connect to the world,
And to not just survive,
As does a yellow rose,
In the hot, dusty, West Texas wind,
Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul. (Unknown)
The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses. (Henry van Dyke)