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The Covid-19 pandemic has changed daily life for almost everyone. Schools and workplaces have shut their doors. Concerts and conferences and sporting events have been cancelled. We have been told to stay home, to hunker down, to isolate. Unlike other periods of great global unrest, we are not able to gather together safely, or lean into one another for support. 
And yet, dear writers, in the face of a pandemic, we have the power to choose solidarity. How can we be united by this pandemic, rather than fractured? Read the poem “Lockdown” by Father Richard Hendrick below, and then write your own poem about how community spirit and kindness can thrive despite (and perhaps even because of) lockdown in many parts of the world. How can we lean into one another, figuratively? How can compassion reign? 
Fr. Richard Hendrick
March 13th 2020
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
The sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.
They say that in the streets of Assisi
People are singing to each other
across the empty squares,
keeping their windows open
so that those who are alone
may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.
Today a young woman I know
is busy spreading fliers with her number
through the neighbourhood
So that the elders may have someone to call on.
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how big we really are.
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.
To Love.
So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear.
But there does not have to be hate.
Yes there is isolation.
But there does not have to be loneliness.
Yes there is panic buying.
But there does not have to be meanness.
Yes there is sickness.
But there does not have to be disease of the soul
Yes there is even death.
But there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe.
Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again
The sky is clearing,
Spring is coming,
And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul
And though you may not be able
to touch across the empty square,