We are as islands, with separation from places and people
And no rescue on the horizon.
Our choices are as infinite as the waves
That surround us and are reminders of reality.
We must rely only on ourselves.
Pleas for rescue will be unheard and in vain,
Making state of mind the only election to remain.
The vision of land off in the horizon is
Seen only by those whose visions are unclouded
By negativity and pessimism.
As God observes, we can be confident that
Our destinies are entirely within his plans
And our faith is the reminder of perspective.
We plan for resolution of this temporary isolation,
Warming ourselves with the sunshine of love,
Allowing us to prepare to prevail.