A friend wrote to me saying that he is feeling ‘fear at all levels’ I had no advice for him. What can I say?
But I can say this. Fear is just doing its job of protecting us. Beyond that protection, there’s faith. What fear can’t do, faith can. I don’t necessarily think of this as divine faith. But to all of you struggling with jobs, money, the health of loved ones, quarantines, and the mess of this life as we know now, I wish you find that faith to heal and be healed.
To all of you, know that I have you in my thoughts. Every day. We are all going to celebrate like never before once this is over. We will find our lives shifted. Our thoughts realigned. We will look at this world afresh. We will change our priorities. We will connect more. We will share, embrace, and hug like never before.
Until then, this poem stays with us:
Kitty O’Meara’s beautiful poem for these times:
And people stayed home
and read books and listened
and rested and exercised
and made art and played
and learned new ways of being
and listened deeper
someone met their shadow
and people began to think differently
and people healed
and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways,
dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
even the earth began to heal
and when the danger ended
and people found each other
grieved for the dead people
and they made new choices
and dreamed of new visions
and created new ways of life
and healed the earth completely
just as they were healed themselves.
One Reply to “A Poem For Our Times”
Truer and more beautiful words have not been spoken. And I am not speaking of just the poem. It’s similar to what you said in the morning. Why focus on the “spikes” and not on the recoveries? I think shifting our perspective to the stillness, the meditation, the dancing, and, eventually, the healing will give us sustenance.