Silent Ghosts

A ghost can be a wish, an intention to imitate or embellish

Do you remember the time when people could be in places without thinking about spaces or covering their faces? When rooms were filled with laughter and light; when fights for rights were in plain sight of daylight because their right was our right! It used to be that brusque was the brand of exception rather than rule but now it has become fuel to the fire of protection and preservation. 

A ghost can be a wish, an intention to imitate or embellish

COVID cases have led to hollow faces of people in pain – rain of loss and I’ll-gotten gain washing away the hope of health and happiness. Instead, haunted by ghosts of family and friends passed, of unspoken goodbyes and regret, the taste of wrong as a woeful song slips from our tongue with a deep lamentation for lives lost, for the cost, for what could have, should have been. 

A ghost can be a wish, an intention to imitate or embellish

Is this how it is now? The sentiment of humanity irreversibly transformed in haste through a loss of taste. What about the millennia of those gone before, who learned to love when there was nothing left, except You who made me. If only you knew what I would do – how much would spill, would you still give me free will? Surely the pandemonium of pandemic could still be silenced?

A ghost can be a wish, an intention to imitate or embellish

Is it too late to turn away, to show the pain of late the door. Can we catch that trace of care, increasingly rare, to nurture, nourish and let it grow. Can we be who we are created to be, in all its fullness and frivolity, once again mastering the art of creativity amidst a reality of a normality now long since lost. What we wouldn’t give for a day at the office, a face-to-face meeting or non-distanced seating!

A ghost can be a wish, an intention to imitate or embellish