A Poem for the Pandemic

By Joy Snyder

Father/Mother, Earth and Sky

I can see with my own eyes…

You … daily, reaching out to me

and trying hard to make me see

your love, enfolding me with air.

Yes, I can feel you, I know you’re there.

Father/Mother, Sunshine/Moon

reaching out, dispelling gloom.

Daily reinforcing hope,

trying to reverse the slope …

that downward slide towards sadness,

the aftertaste of badness, madness.

Father/Mother, Source of Life

help me. Melt away the ice

that can surround my beating heart

when I’m not looking … when apart.

Cut off from you and stuck indoors

too long, forgetting how to soar.

My spirit hungers for your peace.

Replenish me, or I may cease

to live … without the sight of you.