As you know I monthly submit some musings around Climate Change. However something currently more pressing has taken all the attention. That of course is COVID-19. So at this point in time it seems best to lay aside climate change and focus on what is important right now. While already as I write this almost one in four Americans are on “Lockdown” and by the time you read this we may be as well. So what do we do as we may face a situation where pretty much everything has changed at least for sometime. I heard about this poem that was written by an Irish priest entitled “Lockdown” and I include it here for your reflection at this time.
Lockdown by Brother Richard Hendrick
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying,
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
But. They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise you can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet the sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.
They say that in the streets of Assisi people are singing to each other across empty squares,
keeping their windows open so that those who are alone may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.
Today a young woman I know is busy spreading fliers with her number throughout the neighbourhood
So that the elders may have someone to call on.
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary.
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way.
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality to how big we
really are, to how little control we really have, to what really matters.
So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear, but there does not have to be hate,
Yes there is isolation, but there does not have to be loneliness
Yes there is panic buying but there does have to be meanness
Yes there is sickness but there does not have to be disease of the soul
Yes there is even death but there can alway be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe, listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again, the sky is clearing, Spring is coming.
And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul and though you may not be able to
touch across the empty square,Sing.