Lockdown


Today there is fear
There is hurt
There is isolation
And there is a sickness we can't ignore
A disease that affects every one of us
“Stay back,” we say jokingly under our masks
Longing lingers behind the words
Longing to comfort our worried families
Longing to see our friends
Longing to hug and kiss our grandparents
But we can’t
Hugs and kisses turn into weapons
Our homes into shields from the world
Whether we want to hide or not
With this time that feels like a waste
People are slowing down
They are reflecting, pausing
Remembering
That you don't know what really matters to you
Until you can or can’t have it
That we don’t have as much control as we had
And we are all scared
And so we love
Or hate
Today there is fear, but there is also hope
There is hurt, but there is support 
from God, from communities, from families
There is isolation, but there does not need to be loneliness
And there is a sickness we can't ignore, but there are brave people
Working hard
And there is God

Holding us in his hands

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 5, 2020 at 8:15 AM

    I love the repetition in the verses. I love how you went from what there is to what there isn't and then back to what there is again and ending with God whi ultimately is there. Well thought out.

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