‽istis
reclaims a Good Night’s Sleep (w/e October 19th 2019)
‽istis yawned one of those deep, deep muscle-clenching, torso-spasming, mouth-can-go-no-wider yawns and stretched as dawn bird song cut through the noise within and without. And ‽istis wondered whether:
‽ the VAT experts had, just perhaps, found in the through-the-night talks a way to beat the cross-border bankers
at a million-to-one, last minute deal or no deal…
‽ there had been, just possibly, even the briefest of moments in the darkest of hours when no tank had rolled
and no guns had fired into the vacuum of the most dangerous of ‘safety zones’…
‽ minute by minute, as a new day crept around the globe and some of
us passed forever - but more arrived, miraculously, for a precious
brief time – there was, just maybe when all is added up, a bigger stock of hope…
And, just possibly, perhaps, maybe, if a few more of us could claim a good night’s sleep, think how refreshed the world might be.
© Pistis
