Poem

When the pandemic has passed.

When the day of hope is with us we will see the light,

when the Pandemic and fear is gone,

Then we open our hearts and sing a song.

Let there be freedom to mingle together,

let there be joy where life was dark.

When the pall of death has passed, we can be free to walk in the park.

The simple freedoms once lost, restored, faces we cannot see,

Once masked like bandits, we happily show ourselves openly and free. by Father Shay Cullen Profiles in Catholicism

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