Outside the night had fallen, ever so gracefully, the staff hadn’t noticed. They were busy with patients, emergencies, and ventilators. They spent sleepless nights holding hands and reassuring panic. They dispersed medication and held on, as if each admitted was his/her own family.
In the parking lot, and down the streets. Aligning every side within five miles around the hospital, cars gathered. Each was careful, not to get out and expose him/herself to the virus. What could be heard, was the sound of applause and singing. Everyone who came genuinely held gratitude for the doctors and nurses, therapists of all kinds. They sang Amazing Grace in angelic harmony.
Soon after the singing began, some of the room windows were opened. The singing grew louder. More windows opened. Each individual was connected to the next. Their voices are powerful, together. They lended on one another, for strength. Music in a language that knew no boundaries. It dance in the silver light of the moon, and twinkled in the glistening of the streetlights.