Thoughts During Covid 19

I look out my window
to the two Maple trees changing colours
sitting in my usual place
performing daily rituals:
morning pages of streams of consciousness
reading of psalms and poetry
meditation with singing bowl and timer
this is the morning schedule

before going out
for a distanced walk
for groceries with a mask
veiling the unremote fear
of random reality.

Like Hardy’s Darkling Thrush
in the dead of winter -for so is this pandemic-
“of some blessed Hope whereof he knew
And I was unaware.”
so came the answer to the question
during class:
“what is the difference between pantheism
and de Chardin?”
One word seemed to say it all,
for he repeated it over and over.

It was spring when I then sat by this window
and everyday the buds grew
orienting themselves towards a sun’s rays
harmonizing with them - and both together -
producing a symphony called Resurrection.

Grace Colella graduated with a Masters in Arts and Ministry in Spirituality degree from Regis College where she also trained as a Spiritual Director. Her love of people, nature and music inspires her to write poems.

  • Sharon Walters
    Posted at 09:32h, 09 November Reply

    Thank you grace…I long for the Resurrection!

  • Margaret Powell
    Posted at 11:55h, 09 November Reply

    Amazing picture of the trees and beautiful rhetoric but would appreciate an explanation/meaning of “the words” used unless we are meant to derive our own meaning.

  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 13:15h, 09 November Reply

    Thank. you Grace!

  • Grace Colella
    Posted at 19:26h, 09 November Reply

    To Margaret Powell:

    the word he used “over and over” was “Resurrection”

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