You appeared in 2020 March,
On a crisp spring day
Bringing cancellations and reservations
Of life’s normal work and play
We got used to the drill
Mask on or mask off?
Are any vaccines safe?
Which ones are? And which ones are not?
Then came the new variant
Delta was her name
She hit the world harder and swifter
Spreading the germ of fear once again
For some this all seemed unreal
Knowing no one who had succumbed
We were them, until we were not;
My brother once healthy and retired Now sadly gone.
We got the vaccine in the midst of our grief
Hoping to prevent more heartache
In our family, at least.
A vacation was scheduled
and timely it was
We needed to process what had happened
and humbly seek God
The lakefront cottage was perfect
With no TV or WiFi
We had lots of time to explore
All the small towns nearby
We went to the market
And were surprised to find
A horse and carriage parked by our car
We discovered the Amish live nearby
They came from Pennsylvania in the 80’s, we were told
The town is called Romulus
Where the soil is as rich as gold
We fished on the lake
And hiked a trail one morning
We cooked favorites and took walks
And visited a museum in Corning
But the one thing that happened
That calmed all my fears
When God painted a reminder
We watched it slowly appear
A rainbow so bright,
It was impossible to miss
God was saying “I’m faithful
To my promises—even in this!”
Our time at the cottage was
Ironic for Tom and me.
For the small town where it is located
Is named Ovid, you see.
Ovid and Covid—two parts of this ode
The one caused much grief,
Such misery and sorrow
While the other brought peace
How can the two be so alike yet so different?
Maybe it’s like people in general;
We are human and fragile,
Yet resilient and pliable
My Ovid to Covid
Puts my heart on the page.
It’s filled with comfort and peace,
Without a trace of rage
How is this possible
To be free of rage and fear?
By God’s grace that’s available to all who draw near.
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