When This is Over

When this is over,
may we never again take for granted
a handshake with a stranger,
conversations with neighbors,
a crowded theater,
Friday night out,
the taste of Communion,
a routine checkup,
the school rush each morning,
coffee with a friend,
the stadium roaring,
each deep breath,
a boring Tuesday,
life itself.

When this ends,
may we find that we have become
more like the people we wanted to be,
we were called to be,
we hoped to be.


And may we stay that way –
better for each other because of the worst.

Laura Kelly Fanucci

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