This poem was first presented at “This too shall pass: Stories of hope, victory and community,” an Instagram Live event hosted by Ever Eden Publishing and Radiant magazine in order to comfort people during the novel coronavirus pandemic.
now is not the time to mow
or point a chemical gun
now is the time for weeds to grow
for the smallest flowers to steal the show
to expel the darkness as they keep guard
over all that winter laid to rest
now is the time to walk the yard
and pray as nature knows is best:
with the wild violet who hangs her head
with the nettle who stands upright
with Bethlehem stars who light the night
to guide the weary home:
a December leaf
a January branch
a February grief
we march, we march
toward sweet relief
