God does not send in vengeful fury a plague,
but holds the hands of the dying and asks:
What can you learn?
God does not smash the dams, sending
rivers raging over home and hearth,
but heals, shields, restores and asks (oh so gently):
What did you learn?
And when God shows us the beauty of silence,
of water and air free of debris, of nature healing,
and we roar instead for haircuts and sweaty congregation,
ocean-front suntans and the snarl of traffic,
God only sighs and asks, in endless, enduring refrain:
Will you learn?
Will you learn?
Will you learn?
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May 21, 2020 at 6:25 pm
whisperingleavesblog
I hope so, my lovely friend, I hope so…
May 22, 2020 at 5:47 pm
rhcwilliams
This is so powerful, Lori, and so true. The country is on a steep learning curve, and I hope we come through intact on the other side.