Lockdown Canticle of Thankfulness

Lockdown Canticle of Thankfulness:

O most inventive creator, all good maker and author of my being.

Praised be you O Originator, with all your creatures in Lockdown.

Especially our Sister Time, who is the context of my day,

Who flies and drags in equal measure.

 

Who gives moments with loved ones, a pause to think and be.

Who calendars a season to put things right, a heartbeat to say goodbye.

Who offers space to make plans, a stretch to be friends in

and a season in which to plant and germinate.

 

Who encourages a period to connect as family.

Who reveals an interval to rekindle stories and creativity

and a stint for games and play.

Who gives a duration to hold our breath waiting for the pandemic to pass;

and a while to find a new normal.

 

Sister Time bears likeness to you, without shape or form.

You give her to us

so we know when to rise and when to lie down;

when to fall in love

and when to let go.


Published on Dwell Time Blog, November 2020.




 


 

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