Poem for us all at the time of Covid-19

Prayer Poem  

Dear precious flesh, frail and needy, 
this is a prayer for you. 

You, the lit candle who drips your wax  
and burns your length of wick, your light  
both tenuous and tenacious - 

You, prey to the umpteen plagues, 
to draughts and gales 
from the four quarters - 

Know yourself, at this moment, loved - 
your side  
lined with melting, 
the dark  
big around you 
and your little light flickering 
steadfast and true. 


Fiona Owen, from Imagining the Full Hundred
Imagining cover
Cover image by Malcolm Strongetharm


  

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