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.

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5 Comments

  1. Sherrey Meyer on March 17, 2020 at 11:31 am

    Truth and beauty.

  2. William Gillin on March 17, 2020 at 12:24 pm

    Good perspective. Well said. Thanks, John.

  3. Nancy Marie Davis on March 17, 2020 at 12:35 pm

    Love.
    count on love
    not to change.

  4. Jacky on March 17, 2020 at 8:47 pm

    Beautifully said, John. Leaning into that centering place, the only calm I know.

  5. Emily Huff on March 22, 2020 at 6:41 pm

    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.

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