Days fold into each other –
amorphous monotony beats within walls.
I am the hands of a tuneless clock
constantly moving in circles.
The outside world is as far as an arm
stretched out of the window,
so within reach, so out of reach
isolation crescendoes –
the skies are overcast and grey
spring flowers are blooming unseen
mallards and geese frolic in the pond
oblivious to corona’s ill wind.
fear-laden prayers rise to Heaven –
when will we be free and terror contained?
The smell of baking bread wafts in the kitchen;
the Angelus bells toll their benediction.
How are you all? I hope that you are all well and healthy. To those who are sick, I pray for your quick recovery. Take care all of you. We live in crazy times. Hang in there. This too shall pass.
Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things pass away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things.
He who has God
Finds he lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.
~ St. Teresa of Avila