St. Thecla praying for plague victims, painting by Tiepolo.Turning to Heaven During CCP Virus Epidemic: Three Poems The Society March 24, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry, The Pandemic 6 Comments Remember God “Men have forgotten God; that’s why all this has happened.” —Alexandr Solzhenitsyn by Connie Phillips We must remember God in all we do, And keep Him always in our hearts and thoughts. Repent our sins and strive for what is true, And thus survive all that the devil’s wrought. Dark lies from hell have settled all around, Demonic shadows have obscured the light. Disasters now abound to take us down, When we’ve forgotten everything that’s right. It takes a will of diamond to stand tall And keep our faith in God to guide our life, To cleanse our souls, recover from our fall… And put an end to all our moral strife. The words of Solzhenitsyn* still ring true, So let’s remember God in all we do. *Solzhenitsyn’s speech “Godlessness: the First Step to the Gulag,” given upon receiving the Templeton Prize in 1983. The following two sonnets by Margaret Coats are from her sequence “Mass in Time of Pestilence,” which meditate on English/Latin text that can be viewed here. Offertory Numbers 16:46-48 Between the living and the dead he stood, The high priest, golden censer in his hand, And made pure aromatic clouds expand In sacrifice of gum from precious wood. By sacred rite and prayers prescribed, he could Appease the wrath of God sent on the band Who raged all to be priests, as in the land Where all were slaves in equal brotherhood. His aim achieved, the guilty were released; Their throes, inflicted by the Lord, soon ceased. This present sacrifice, O Lord, accept: Let it absolve us from our guilt profound, And bring us forth, in soul and body sound, From ill preparedness in which we slept. Communion Luke 6:17-19 A multitude of ailing, troubled folk From cities, hills, and plains beside the sea Had come to listen as the Master spoke, But wanted healing more than prophecy. To captives held in vile dependency By demons of unclean intelligence, His goodly nature granted clemency, And rehabilitated sentiments Of anger, hatred, lust, and insolence Through nurture adequate to sweeten gall Or cool infection’s fevered influence, For virtue came from Him to heal them all. O, free us too from terrors of thy wrath, And in thy mercy make secure our path. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Damian Robin March 25, 2020 Thank you, both, for these strong and well articulated appeals to reason in times of mayhem. Reply Margaret Coats March 25, 2020 Thank you, Damian, for recognizing that reason and faith speak with the same voice. Reply connie phillips March 25, 2020 Thanks, Damian! Reply Phyllis Schabow March 25, 2020 Communion reads like Holy Scripture. Reply Phyllis Schabow March 25, 2020 “Offertory’ prompts thoughts of how ill prepared many of us are if sudden death catches us in the near future. May we at least pray someone, if we languish in purgatory, will think to find a Priest willing to offer a High Mass, with incense abounding, for the release of our souls detained there because of our own neglect. Reply Margaret Coats March 27, 2020 Phyllis, these are certainly high compliments: likening a poet’s work to Scripture, and drawing a personal application from that work. Thank you! Reply Leave a Reply to connie phillips Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.