Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
But,

They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
The sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.
They say that in the streets of Assisi
People are singing to each other 
across the empty squares, 
keeping their windows open 
so that those who are alone 
may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.
Today a young woman I know 
is busy spreading fliers with her number 
through the neighbourhood
So that the elders may have someone to call on.
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples 
are preparing to welcome 
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how big we really are.
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.
To Love.

So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear.
But there does not have to be hate.
Yes there is isolation.
But there does not have to be loneliness.
Yes there is panic buying.
But there does not have to be meanness.
Yes there is sickness.
But there does not have to be disease of the soul
Yes there is even death.
But there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe.
Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again
The sky is clearing,
Spring is coming,
And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul
And though you may not be able 
to touch across the empty square,

Sing.
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March 13th 2020
Richard Hendrick - Capuchin Franciscan living in Ireland.


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Ríu rít…

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​Sài Gòn - Tháng Sáu, 2020

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Bao giờ em, bao giờ trở lại
Bên dòng sông trôi chảy từng ngày
Ánh chiều rung, ngã bóng, nhạt phai
Rồi, mai buổi sớm, nắng lại thơm vàng trước cửa

Bao giờ em, bao giờ trở lại
Như hôm trưa, chân bước nhỏ trong vườn
Thăm buổi chiều, hứng hạt nắng còn vương
Và ngồi xuống nghe sao trời lấp lánh

Bao giờ em, bao giờ trở lại?

Cần Thơ - 23 tháng 8, 2020 ​



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