• M. E. Weyerbacher

When the virus clears out, I hope these things won't.

When the virus clears out--and we're all praying it's sooner than later--what will our world look like?


Who will we be; have become?





When the virus clears out, I hope our common ground will remain.

When the virus clears out, I hope we will continue to put others first, in whatever way it might look each day; traffic, store lines...


When the virus clears out, I hope we will stay as close as we are now, in spirit. There's a unity lifting above the darkness.


When the virus clears out, I hope stores will continue to let the elderly shop in the first open hour. Why weren't we already doing this?


When the virus clears out, I hope we will remain creative; businesses, communities, and friends are thinking out-the-box to be able to get work done, without putting health in harm's way. It's wild and amazing.


When the virus clears out, I hope those who had prayed for sick days, remote jobs to help curb transportation/sitter costs/etc, will get to keep the new methods if possible.


When the virus clears out, I hope companies will continue putting employee's health first. Many have needed a morale boost for a very long time.


When the virus clears out, I hope we continue to have empathy--for all nations.


When the virus clears out, I hope we will love each other more than ever.


When the virus clears out, I hope we will still be sensitive to what's going on around us. I hope we'll remember our contributions to the world itself and to others are a picture of that love we speak of.


When the virus clears out, I hope political sides will come together and work together, and be as thoughtful and mindful as they are right now--prioritizing people's care; because wellness touches everything.


When the virus clears out, I hope we will continue the flow of creative generosity because the scarcity mindset only does damage. Our world is beautiful and was made to supply us with life.


When the virus clears out, I hope we will remember how fragile and precious each day is, and live like we're thankful for each breath we get to take.


© 2020 Meghan Weyerbacher Writes, LLC




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