Lockdown Eucharist
Covid 19 cost us dear, it took
Our lives away, it stole our jobs,
Our right to work, our right to
kneel and pray. Oh, sure, the
Church is open, but few would
Take the risk, who knows how
Safe the bread and wine in a
Lockdown Eucharist.
A cautious, worn society,
Frayed edges, tether’s end,
Bitter prospects, can’t go out,
So long since I’ve seen friends.
God give me strength to carry
On, to face another day, of no
Hope news, and lockdown rules,
Is there anywhere that’s safe?
Forgive me if I’m carrying on,
But enough is quite enough,
Divorce is in the air I hear,
In homes where once dwelt
Love. A strain of lockdown
Fever, a covid 19 curse, she
Says she’s had enough of him,
And he enough of her.
The pain and strain of Lockdown,
Exasperation hurts, the world
Is not the world it was, let’s hope
The vaccine works. No matter
What the future brings, in six
Weeks comes the day, when we
Can say, we’ve seen it through,
To covid’s first birthday.
© Joseph G Dawson
06/01/2021
