In our midst
A virus with a mace
But barely a trace
Such shocking disgrace
Sheltering in place
In this place of grace
Lost in time and space
Shrouded in a haze
On my couch I laze
Living in a daze
Through this lonely phase
Moving at slow pace
I lift my weary face
Here within this maze
Where I yearn for grace
To survive these days
When this is the case
Covid won’t deface
Nor its steps retrace
Then hands will we lace
All of us embrace
As one human race
On God we will gaze
All our voices raise
To God whom we praise
-Sr. Magdalena Vogt