Tomorrow a new year

On the ramparts of Pamplona
against all odds/against all evens
consumed by the right to risk a life
for economic growth and ancillary
goods manufactured overseas
out of domestic foolish golds
just like the later limping saint
we were laid low by a cannonball—
ours bizarrely christened Covid.

It’s been another year of convalescence 
of injured honor and days stretched out
to the point of tearing
by tediums and bedsores
down the back of our active, aching pride.

Lessons still we’re learning
the conversion continues
in our cautious parties of return
flirting dangerously with “normal”.

A year like no other
the same as all the rest
one long chalkboard filled with teachings
we ought to copy down for further study
before it all gets wiped off tonight
making room for tomorrow’s class.

Greg Kennedy, SJ works as a spiritual director at the Ignatius Jesuit Centre in Guelph, Ontario. He is author of Reupholstered Psalms volumes I, II, and III; and Amazing Friendships between Animals and Saints (Novalis Press).

  • Jim Radde
    Posted at 10:50h, 30 December Reply

    Very apt for our times.

  • Peter Bisson
    Posted at 14:22h, 30 December Reply

    Thank you Greg!

  • Paul Panaretos
    Posted at 16:03h, 30 December Reply

    Thanks, Greg.
    I hope we emerge differently for the sake of everyone, everything in “tomorrow’s class.”

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