Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

In the dark pre-dawn mornings, I listen to the trees. Sometimes I hear nothing. Sometimes words sail into my head, like the goldfinches landing on my birdfeeder. Today they told me: Ground! Ground deeply. You will know people who get ill. You may know some who will die. You could even be one of them. Your task today is to ground and be a solid presence on this patch of earth. Watch us and follow suit.

How heroic are the grocery clerks And the fast-fry cooks And the priests wandering through empty churches How courageous are the UPS drivers who risk their lives How stoic are the cashiers and bus drivers And there is no way to thank them all All will be well once we unbend the horizon I weep when I see a happy baby Blissful and unaware that the Angel of Death Is trying to erase the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel How tender are the smiles of life How wonderful the professional calm of nurses How sublime the persistence of doctors How moving the faces of anxious waiting How close we are in our distance I want to use big words for such big feelings But the words keep getting smaller and smaller Flatten the curve and rise up