Poem by Kitty O'Meara
And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed.
Poem by Laura Kelly Fanucci
"When this is over, may we never again take for granted:
A handshake with a stranger, full shelves at the store, conversations with neighbors, a crowded theatre...
Friday night out, the taste of communion, a routine checkup, the school rush each morning...
Coffee with a friend, the stadium roaring, each deep breath...
A boring Tuesday, Life itself.
When this ends, may we find that we have become more like the people we wanted to be...
we were called to be....
we hoped to be and may we stay that way....
better for each other because of the worst."
LKM
See also
Lockdown A poem by Brother Richard (Irish Central, 3-23-2020)
Pandemic by Lynn Ungar