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Things will change

Every normal was once new
It didn’t arrive,

But came to be,
Time and tide,
Call and creativity,
All played their part
In where we arrived
Which we called normal.
And one day
Our new normal,
Still becoming

Will also bring
New hope - new ways to be.
Is there another world for this frail dust
to warm with life and be itself again?
Something about me daily speaks there must,
And why should instinct nourish hopes in vain?
Things will change
Again and always,
For life and faith
Never standstill
God is making all things new,

Even what is normal.
Maybe we just got it
All wrong,
So used to days
That are busy and long.
Maybe we just need
To pause,
Not utter ‘yes’
To every cause.

Maybe we just need
To rest- Declutter,
Work at our best
Maybe it is just our turn
To decompress.

By Khushi Bargoti | IX-B

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