May we say this was not just an ending but also a place to begin:
Praised be the nurses and doctors, every medical staff bent over flesh to offer care. For lives saved and lives lost. For showing up either way.
Praise for the farmers tilling soil, plamnting seeds so food can grow, and act of hope as ever there was.
Praise for the janitors and garbage collectors, the grocery story clerks and the truck drivers barreling through long quiet nights. Give thanks for the bus drivers, delivery persons, postal workers and all those keeping an eye on water, gas and electricity.
Blessings on our leaders making hard choices for the common good, offering words of assurance.
Celebrate the scientists working away to understand the thing that plagues us, to find an antidote, all the medicine makers.
Praised be the journalists keeping us informed.
Praised be the teachers finding new ways to educate children from afar. And blessings on parents holding it all together for them.
Blessed are the elderly and those with weakened immune systems and all those who worry for their health. Praise for those who stay at home to protect them.
Blessed are the domestic violence victims on lock down with abusers, the homeless and the refugees.
Praise for the artists and poets, the singers and the storytellers, all those who nourish with words and sound and color.
Blessed are the ministers and therapists of every kind, bringing words of comfort.
Blessed are the ones whose jobs are lost, who have no savings, who feel fear of the unknown gnawing.
Blessed are those in grief, especially those who mourn alone.
Blessed are those who have passed into the Great Night.
Praise for police and fire fighters, paramedics and all who work to keep us safe.
Praise for all the workers and care givers of every kind.
Give thanks for laughter and kindness.
Praised be our four-footed companions with no forethought or anxiety, responding to us only in love.
Praise for the seas and rivers, forest and stones who teach us to endure.
Give thanks for our ancestors, for the wars and plagues they endured and survived, their resilience is in your bones and in your blood.
Blessed is the water that flows over our hands and the soap that helps keep them clean, each time a baptism.
Praise every moment of stillness and silence so new voices can be heard.
And when this has passed may we say that love spread more quickly than any virus ever could.
May we say this was not just an ending but also a place to begin.
~From The Work of the People