Love in the Time of Corona
It was inevitable: the scent of a bitter
bloom rising, opening, reminding u.s.
Au contraire, you are not gods.
Who shall be found still standing in
fields of green once this virulent
spring has wrung its dreadly course?
For starters, he who hath clean hands,
stayeth home, and toucheth not her face.
Yet this we do know: little will be as it
was before. Little, that is, but love.
Truth and beauty.
Good perspective. Well said. Thanks, John.
Love.
count on love
not to change.
Beautifully said, John. Leaning into that centering place, the only calm I know.
Thank you so much for this gift of words. Here are some from a Celtic prayer from the 1st century to share with you:
You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart’s eternal spark
You are the door that’s open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.