Once upon a pandemic
We hit the holy ground running
Rising to the occasion
Creating, innovating, bread baking
Hours
Days
Weeks
Months of Blursdays
Have you met the Fatigues? Zoom, Decision, Pandemic
Take your pick
We hit the holy ground falling
To our knees
Weary, worn, and wanting
Survival, revival
A breath of fresh air
We hit the holy ground pounding
Fists in anger
Why? When does it end? How can we endure?
We hit the holy ground exhausted
Releasing all these burdens
Planted
Watered
On this holy ground
Fists filled with dirt
Mouths filled with praise
Hearts filled with peace
We rise to the occasion of each day
Poetry