CORONAVIRUS IN THE BUCKET

ON EASTER LET US  THINK ABOUT  ALL THAT IS STILL WELL.

Our world may be  in an uproar, but the natural world is  coming into Spring  bloom and  grass is greening, bulbs are sprouting, birds are nesting and  their young are being fed.

 Here is a poem that expresses the wonder of Spring in the time of Corona virus.

CORONAVIRUS SPRING
by Zeina Azzam

 What I want to say to the tulips
that emerged, again, in March:
I am so grateful to count on you.

There is nothing else to gird me
anymore. This beauty almost
makes me weep.

Do you see how different
the world is now?

And they tell me: no,
as we know it, the world is still the same.
The rains arrived this morning.

The nightingale keeps working so hard
to sing. The starling wails.

If sickness comes
I want to be like the wise tulips,
store energy in my heart bulb

and come back after a hard winter,
dressed in bright turbans
of orange and yellow and red.


This poem is perfect for Easter and Spring.

It is not a coincidence that Spring and Easter coincide. 

 When God the Creator made the world,  when He was done, He looked at all he had made--including human beings--and declared it good. And it is still good no matter what virus emerges.

After all, Divinity embraced Humanity when the Son of God became man  and died on a Cross to rise again.  That embrace is a  representation of the  inter-twining of man and God  that  God started in the Garden of Eden. 

 Our relationship with God is still and always evolving.

 God is Infinite; every human possibility is already in God.  Who can say what new goodness will emerge from these times of sickness and death?

 If a tulip can emerge from a bulb, and if the rose erupts from the rose bush, who can say what mankind will become in our long journey towards our CREATOR?