GLORY IN A TIME OF VIRUS

The Virus lies in wait for our tears,

And thus if we neither

Cry nor weep,

We shall perhaps

Be saved.

I have seen an angel in prayer

And it is a glory.

Light a candle

For those who have gone Beyond,

The lost and the saints,

Incandescent mirrors of God.

The angels sigh and fold their wings

So we pay touch them

Lightly.