In all that I have witnessed as a hospital chaplain during the Coronavirus pandemic, somehow it is the image of this one man’s grief that sticks most poignantly in my mind. I offer it in tribute to all who have died over this last year or so, and all who grieve.
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She was fine
It was you “at risk”.
But somehow here you are
And she is gone.
And trapped inside a plastic hood
Your anguish drips, unwiped, from your nose
Out of the reach of even your very own hands.
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