She grabs the soapbox. She steps up…to the mic and begins. 

Can you hear that? Listen to the sounds. The noise. 

 It is the sound of life as we know it falling down around us. We are no longer safe in our own homes. We can’t go to the store without worrying if we will catch a deadly virus that we will bring home with the groceries. There is no cure. People are acting like the government caused it and are complaining that the powers of man won’t do anything to get rid of it. 

It is a 

V

I

R

U

S

 It is nature’s way of saying she is pissed at how we have been treating her and get the hell off her back already humans. 

What can we do? Follow the guidelines and hope that we make it out of this with our health and most of our family intact. Yeah. That’s it. 

I can imagine that we are going to lose half our population during this. 

But wait…..

There’s more…..

Hear that shattering glass, screaming, and chanting? A black man was killed by a cop. The cop was white. He was arrested along with some other cops who watched it happen. They did nothing to stop the man, innocent or not? Doesn’t matter….they did nothing. Now people are trying to fix that, make it better by looting innocent merchants’ stores of goods. Stealing what they want. The dead man’s brother is pleading for the violence to stop. It can’t bring back a life. Stealing, killing, beating each other can not bring back a life. 

Politics take the story and run rampant with blame and hate speech. No real answers. That’s politics for you. 

All life matters. All humans are important. All humans deserve better than what we have now. 

We all need to understand that we are all the same. It makes no damn difference to the good Lord above who you are or who you claim to be. 

We

ARE

All

The SAME. 

We all bleed red. We all get sick when the virus comes for us. 

We all die. 

We all meet God on the other side. 

You don’t’ believe in God? Tough shit. He believes in YOU. 

Oh, wait you call Him something else. Like that makes any difference to an all-powerful Omni-everything God. 

I am but one voice. One writer in a sea of writers. I want to make a difference with my words in some small way. I know I can speak with resounding love and I can share that love with all of humanity. I can not make them hear. I can not make them listen to my words. To the voice of God who works in me for His or Her glory. 

I can not be the voice in the wilderness, but I am that voice. You are that voice. I am not special. We are special together if we speak the same words, the same truth. 

LOVE IS THE ANSWER

~Lori O’Gara

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