I thought all would be well if everyone stopped
From a new day and night that seemed forever.
Racing no more, tired faces gone,
When all have slept and rested.
I said all would be well.
But doom was creeping.
In our empty streets
Hunger lurked, turned us into goths
And maybe a mirror of chaos.
Slowly, everything comes slowly, wise.
We have learned while the earth heals
Forgetting darkness and pits.
We come as one
We come close in distance
We come so close and naked -
Turning only to the luminous sky.
This too shall pass.
Christ, our Lord, is risen!
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