Last updated on November 27, 2020
I’m so tired of this virus
it’s not what truly wearies us
yoke-heavy rules and worries
distract us from the plague within
guarding earthly life so brief
clouds the plague of sin.
Lord of Lords you use it as a tool
to bend the knee of every fool
fearing an enemy at the gate
forgetting the virus in the heart
determines our eternal fate.
When Covid cares come swirling
a contrite prayer of love
gladden angels hovering above.
Oh dear Jesus come and see
a human heart has placed their trust in thee.
Memorial of the guardian Angels 2020
A retired Catholic teacher with a freelance writing stint, I love playing the best game on earth, hockey, or paddling kayaks on a river, lake, or ocean. My home is in the heart of Christ, held in the arms of His Mother who accompanies me when I receive the Eucharist. My seven kids range from 21 to 38 years old.
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