Pandemic Poem by Mary Champion

Assume, for the purposes of this poem, that God is a work in progress and his components are men (male and female)
3/5/2020

And where is God in all this?

God is self-isolating
and working away from home -
stacking supermarket shelves;
driving trains and buses;
frantically searching for a vaccine -
for a cure;
making PPE -
working on the logistics
and delivering the PPE.

God is social distancing
and failing to keep the required distance.
God is doing his best and his worst -
getting it right
and making mistakes.

God is angry.
God is lonely.
God is patiently waiting for a new dawn -
fighting for a new dawn.

God is caring for the old and the frail;
healing the sick;
burying the dead.
God is old and frail.
God is sick.

God is in Intensive care
God is on a ventilator.
God is dying.
God is dead.

God is brilliant
and incredibly stupid.
God is so scared -
He is washing His hands of everything.

And as for His mother …
She feels His pain as if it were her own