Free God
– Cathy Jamieson
Lonely, longing
For life
The way it used to be,
When we were free
From hearing death tolls,
And being told
Where we can go,
Whom we can hug,
When we can worship.
Worry weighs me down,
Wrestles me to the ground
of my being —
God.
Where are you,
now that the sanctuary doors are locked?
Are you free, God,
To go wherever you want to,
To hug anyone you want to,
The untouchable, rejected
Coronavirus infected?
