During his homily on March 27 Father Michael Coutts S.J. offered us this poem.
Ode to Corona Virus
I wonder who conferred on you
The Latin title of a ‘crown’!
Crown of thorns you sure have been
To much of Mankind,
In cruel irony!
Our hearts go out to those
Laid low by you
In one fell swoop!
The flip side of the coin
Is that you have proved to be
A blessing in disguise!
We tend to forget the adage
That “sceptre and crown
Must tumble down
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and the spade”!
Your predations have jolted us
Into our senses….sadly and solemnly!
We imagine ourselves to be
Lords of all we survey,
When the least little virus
Can demolish our dreams,
Strategies and machinations overnight!
We owe you thanks
For halting us in our tracks,
To take stock of where we stand
In regard to each other,
Our common habitat and destiny,
Which otherwise we consign to oblivion
In our push for wealth and power….
We hope the bitter lesson you have taught us
Cures us of our blinkered vision
Once for all….!