Thursday, March 19, 2020

Thursday Poem - Pandemic

What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.

And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.

Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.

Lynn Ungar


Beth Owl's Daughter said...

Deep gratitude. Blessed Ostara. My heart reaches out to you with thanksgiving.

M. E. Martinsen said...

We are in self-isolation here on the edge of the Great Basin... we bear the weight of this with the hope of doing some good for humanity... the virus teaches us humility and honesty. Bless you all in your very human trials.