That all the world should be vaxxed.
The decree rides the winds of this our
discontented winter and I find myself
thinking of her—Mary—the woman
love ruptured that holy horrible night.
Dare I pray to you? I was taught there’s
no need for an intermediary, but then
again what about a friend? The older,
worldly sister I always longed to have?
Sister Mary, if you could endure surely
so can I, right? Reassure me, I pray, for
the heart grows cold with age and time
and snow. Remember me to your son.
Lovely, just lovely. Prayers for all of us broken people to be protected from ravages of “the thing that shall not be named.”
A great “take” on things, on the whole big shebang. There’s something here I especially love. I don’t know what to call it – a lightness? A casualness borne of desperation? Sort of a “the heck with theology at this point, I just need someone to hear and to feel they will champion my cause or at least be sympathetic to it.
Write on, please.
“All the world should be vaxxed…”
Speechless and smiling.
Oh, this pediatrician treasurer and ponderer treasures these words. They leave me wanting to remove my shoes and cry holy holy holy. Happy Christmas, John. Come, Holy Spirit, come.
Wonderful hope it would go viral as the world needs to reflect
Beautiful John. Be still my heart. It beats to find the reason for not understanding the reason for things unknown, plans not carried out, hearts that are broken. Yet we trust in the God of the ages to pour peace, understanding and love into our beings that we may be His hands, His feet, His love on earth. Thank you for these pieces of your heart
Your words took my breath away!
“No need for an intermediary, but what about a friend?” Is. Perfect.
Thanks as always, John!