By: Claudia Ricci, Ph.D.
Yes, all is well, in spite of the heartbreaking misery that is upon us.
The sky is still blue. The sun is still rising.
The ground is still frozen.
Until days from now, it thaws.
We are all doing our part, sitting six feet away from each other
Dear God, THOUSANDS ARE IN THEIR GRAVES ALREADY
Steady now. Don’t try too hard to fathom why
the world is so fragile and fraught.
Were I a miracle maker,
HEAL THE SICK.
CARE FOR THE UNEMPLOYED.
FEED THE HUNGRY.
We need help. We need flowers and sunshine and
we need each other.
Surely though we can weather this isolation.
As long as we in every moment
go back to the breath and feeling
the feeling right inside the body.
God is born there.
And instantly you will be stricken
with all the love you can handle.
Bio: Claudia Ricci, Ph.D.
Claudia Ricci, Ph.D., was a staff writer for The Wall Street Journal and a prize-winning reporter for the Chicago Sun-Times, where one of her projects was nominated for a Pulitzer Prize.
Her novels include:
- Dreaming Maples, published in 2002, and nominated for a Pushcart Prize
- Seeing Red, January 2011
- Sister Mysteries, July 2018
Her short fiction has appeared in numerous literary magazines nationwide.
Ricci spent 15 years teaching English and journalism at the University at Albany and was a visiting professor for one year at Georgetown University.
To order her novels, visit her website at www.claudiajricci.com