Fourth Sunday in Ordinary Time

“To come out of this crisis better, we have to see clearly, choose well and act right. Let’s talk about how: Let us dare to dream.
We must redesign the economy so that it can offer every person access to a dignified existence while protecting and regenerating the natural world.
What is the greatest fruit of a personal crisis? I’d say patience, sprinkled with a healthy sense of humour, which allows us to endure and make space for change to happen.
We do not possess the truth so much as truth possesses us, constantly attracting us by means of beauty and goodness.
Our greatest power is not in the respect that others have for us, but the service we can offer others.”

Hope
When the storm has passed
And the roads are tamed
And we are the survivors
Of a collective shipwreck.
 
With tearful heart
And our destiny blessed
We will feel joy
Simply for being alive.
 
And we’ll give a hug
To the first stranger
And praise our good luck
That we kept a friend.
 
And then we’ll remember
All that we lost
And finally learn
Everything we never learned.
 
And we’ll envy no one
For all of us have suffered
And we’ll not be idle
But more compassionate.
 
We’ll value more what belongs to all
Than what was earned.
We’ll be more generous
And much more committed.
 
We’ll understand how fragile
It is to be alive.
We’ll sweat empathy
For those still with us and those who are gone.
 
We’ll miss the old man
Who asked for a buck in the market
And whose name we never knew
Who was always at your side.
 
And maybe the poor old man
Was your God in disguise.
But you never asked his name
Because you never had the time.
 
And all will become a miracle.
And all will become a legacy.
And we’ll respect the life,
The life we have gained.
  
When the storm passes
I ask you Lord, in shame
That you return us better,
As you once dreamed us.