PRAYING FOR A MIRACLE
In the year of the Mask, spikes of an invisible foe pierced our lives, an oblique attack.
Its crown eclipsed our visages, shadowing our smiles, burying our dreams,
locking up all of us in a difficult berth.
The Mask is a temporary weapon, a shield and a guard, a new normal.
In a masked year, the ego has fallen, oneness is back.
People of all belief ask for one miracle.
To end the wait, to go out, to celebrate; to take off our masks.
Everyone awaits a miracle.
Let it come from the sea or the sky.
Or any country on the earth.
The world is hoping for a miracle.