The Altered Eye
For the eye altering alters all…
Last year my friend, Steve, was sick.
The hounds of his heart ran wild
in his chest and ate their fill until
his doctors finally collared them
too late to undo their ravage.
He was housebound for a year,
had to stay home away from
dandelion and sunflower,
rose and churchyard—all
manner of floating infectors.
Now the world is sick and Steve
stays at home like the rest of us,
quarantined against invisible intruders but,
unlike last year, ringed by wife and kids.
“It’s the least isolated I’ve been in a year,”
he writes, and alters the landscape,
the inscape—alters all.
Prayer in the Time of Coronavirus
Praying to God about COVID-19
is like asking a fox
to lay an egg
after he’s eaten
all the chickens.