Children are praying, again, on sidewalks
And park-gazing fences, chalking holy memes
In rainbow colors to turn back the clock,
To playground afternoons before the quarantine.
Shall I chide them for such puerile instruction?
Or grind their metaphysical lenses
To see past colored eggs and Easter Bunny
And stop any heretical misperception?
No matter what I say or do or don’t
A sneeze or cough freezes, suspends time, kills
Those most vulnerable. There’s no prayer to distill,
So let the children in playful passion
Proclaim their gospel: Faith Over Fear.
Is this solace for those who grieve? It’s not clear.

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