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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



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