After last night’s prayer call, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about my friends in the medical profession and how even now the crisis seems to have no end, despite hope rising. This free verse poem poured out. Afterward, I found rest.
This is for all those who serve unimaginably long hours to care for us. We still see you.
face covered eyes heavy hands tired feet steady and the sun stands still heart weary mind races courage lingers more cases and the sun stands still one lives another dies system broken justice cries and the sun stands still shift change worn down body aches rest now but the sun stands still