NaPoWriMo2020 Good Friday

There is a grassy hill,
somewhere nearby.
Somewhere away from the City, 
a hill of wilderness,
where we long to go.
More than five minutes away.

In this time of virus 
(I wonder what that really might mean?)
we stay at home
to work
to relax
to recuperate
to be at one with ourselves
to wish...

We discover our weaknesses
We uncover our loves
We weep at our sadnesses
We grieve for what we have lost.
We sorrow for our manifold weaknesses.

This is our time.
Our cross.
Our hill of grass.
Our Lesson.
We must learn from this.

Good Friday 2020