From the depths of Covid

I love this poem – for me it speaks also of ‘in the depths of god’ – as humans we have always lived in the face of death, knowingly. That is not new. New maybe is that more of ‘us’ are waking up to the fact how much we have allowed dysfunctional institutions to hold our lives ransom. – And from there, it will be a long process still until ‘we’ realise that in the in-between time we have, our decisions have to be first and foremost responsible ones organising those institutions in a creative systems kind of way so they are of benefit and answerable to those they now are merely ‘meant to serve’.

The Cheesesellers Wife

In the opening of every bud there is decision

enacted in unknown unforeseen circumstance

their holding through winter an act of faith

their unfurling in spring an act of hope

I am open to blue and a warm sky

to healing, renewal and hope

to the fluidity of birdsong in chill air

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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~ by Barbara S on April 26, 2022.

2 Responses to “From the depths of Covid”

  1. Thank you Barbara for the reblog.

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