Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
Auguries of Innocence William Blake read the entire poem here
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
I hope you are well and embracing the creation of new normals.
May you breathe deeply and feel peace for a moment.
Each of us have differing circumstances among the similarity of the whole.
From our home to yours we send light and love.