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

Cover image by Malcolm Strongetharm

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