These are significant times, and time for reflection on what we are doing with our lives or where we are going… measured somehow in sourdough starters and workout counters. I have felt resistance to that and a lack of capacity to do or be more than I am. This poem speaks to that resistance, to do and be no more than I am, but while we are still – God moves yet and Pentecost happens anyway.
I don’t want You to send the fire,
we’re burned out
The people can’t be gathered and they shouldn’t be sent,
we’re staying home
in every single country, around the world, the same message in it’s own tongue
and we all understand, and we all share the same spirit
Restez chez vouz, noho rāhui, andrà tuto bene
Love one another and stay home
~Used with permission.