Touch and smile’s on quarantine, you’re so much like me,
Your eyes smile unlike any others I’ve seen.
Strangers yes, but now, a strong sense of family,
Touch and smile’s on quarantine.
It’s been a while now, I’ve stayed in, remained unseen.
Dark brown eyes, dreadlocks hang, gloved and masked nurse Betty
Delights my soul as she pulls a vile of blood, machine
Readies it, and sends it to the laboratory.
Breathing shallow, the ventilator at fifteen
Breaths per minute, a Great Light basks me in its Glory.
Touch and smile’s on quarantine.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Angela Here - Good afternoon Gary thanks for sharing your STORY ! COVID 19 & Lockdown is affecting us all in different ways and we have to be thankful for small mercies & very limited contact. Im a PHYSIO in a Big Hospital - none or my Clients are COVID positive - but its depressing because people (mainly over 50s) are dying every day - but we are winning & the tide is TURNING ! My HUSBAND BRIAN (of five weeks) is under LOCKDOWN so he is a House Husband & doing all the Chores & the Garden etc - Role Reversal. CORVID 19 has spared the Flora & Fauna so the BLUEBELLS are out this week (Please check our poem - BLUEBELLS) Thanks !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛
Thanks Angela, congratulations for your new marriage, and I’ll be praying for both you and Brian as this worldwide pandemic runs its course. “Bluebells” sounds like a lovely poem - I’ll have to have a read soon. God’s blessings for you and yours....
A fine write Gary.
Hmm - the question of touch/ hugs / etc in churches? The handshake at the 'Peace' when 'normality' resumes'? Or cries of 'Arrgghhh - no!'
For a couple of weeks before church closures, we bowed like monks or nuns to each other during the Peace!
Thank you Orchidee - same here, although lately, we go right into the “Lamb of God.you take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us. Lamb of God...” No holding hands during the “Our Father”, no drinking from the chalice (we believe to be his most Precious Blood - now reserved only for the priest), the small holy water founts are dry. But all glory to God, public Mass attendance resumed here in the Austin Diocese last Tuesday. We are practicing social distancing, only so many are allowed in, and the priest and deacon wear a mask when serving Holy Communion. I have no complaints my friend; simply elated to be able to resume daily Mass again. Sunday services tomorrow will be tricky however - the day when most people will want to attend. They will allow 100 in the church and 100 in the adjacent hall. Praying that it all goes well and that this global pandemic ends soon.
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