We have all reached that point at some juncture. I am here today. Tired of this. Tired of not being able to make summer plans and feeling anxious about get togethers. Tired of masks and gloves and fear of germs. Tired of every story being dominated by COVID-19.
So, I was happy to revisit this poem from the Unitarian Church today.
So, I was happy to revisit this poem from the Unitarian Church today.
Pandemic by Lynn Ungar
What if you thought of it
As the Jews consider the Sabbath---
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buy 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.
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