into dawn silence
the lone catbird signs softly
as earth holds its breath
remembr’ing bodies broken
released into waiting arms
Yesterday was communion Sunday–via virtual church on YouTube. “This is my body broken for you.”
We can’t turn the deaths of broken Covid-19 bodies into beautiful ceremonies. Still, there’s something to be said for the way this earth welcomes our broken bodies without judgment. Death can’t be glorified. It can, however, be seen as the beginning of something else. Often as release from what has become unbearable.
I hope a catbird sings soft songs for me when my time comes. I also pray this Monday finds you grateful to be alive, and ready for whatever comes next.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 4 May 2020
Photo found at birdatlas.bc.ca
Broken bodies. I feel broken. I took a fall on Friday on my bike. It felt like a seizure, the first one I’ve had since my first brain surgery 20 years ago. I fell on my face and hurt all over. Especially my ribs at this point. Prayers appreciated, especially at this time with healthcare so scarce. My doctor will get me in for an MRI, but will then see me via video. ~Natalie
Oh, Natalie! I’m so sorry to hear this! Yes, I’ll pray for a calm heart for you and David, small miracles, and an MRI. It makes me teary thinking about you going through this now. Thanks for letting me know.
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