The crops are fair. The grass is green
here and there. Neighbors help neighbors.
The birds sing. The berries ripen.
Tomatoes, soon, Will delight our tongues.
Yet this I know, for there are graves fresh-dug.
Diagnosis new and grim. Anxieties abound.
The only good news, truly, is the resurrection.
Rejoice at every chance. Delight at every saving grace.
Be of good cheer, in spite of much. But whisper, “He is risen,”
With every breath. And hear “Alleluia” in the wind.
George R Pasley
June 24, 2020