Reflections while on 24-hour quarantine

By Jose B. Maroma Jr.

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE. Early morning is the best part of my day. It’s    4am as I write. It’s still dark and quiet outside. Sleep has nursed yesterday’s physical and emotional hurts. I thank God for gifting me with yet another day, another chance to be with family and friends.

I enjoy the solitude in the dying moments of night. Dawn will soon break and daylight will bring us back to the harsh realities of a world in crisis.

Soon we will be talking about the Covid-19 scourge, lost incomes, missed opportunities and quarantine discomforts. Before this scenario unfolds, and as I sip my morning coffee, I will whisper to the winds warm greetings of hope to all my friends, wherever they are.

If we have the strength of faith and belief in the power of prayers we will tell ourselves, “This too, shall pass.” God brings us to deep waters “not to drown us, but to cleanse us.”

The following familiar lines from “Footprints in the Sand” should inspire us all:

“My precious child, I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. If you saw only one set of footprints it was then that I carried you.”


(The author is a retired civil engineer from Cabatuan, Iloilo. He likes to spend his time reading and writing on the burning issues of the day.)