Various inspiring and heart warming items and pictures to reflect on:


This beautiful prayer was written by an Italian priest who is self-isolating at the moment and very sadly lost his own brother a few days ago to Covid-19...

I'm staying at home, Lord!

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And today, I realise, you taught me this,
remaining obedient to the Father,
for thirty years in the house of Nazareth,
waiting for the great mission.

I stay at home, Lord,
and in Joseph's studio, your keeper and mine,
I learn to work, to obey,
to round the corners of my life
and prepare you a work of art.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And I know that I am not alone
because Mary, like any mother,
is in the next room,
doing chores and preparing lunch for all of us,
God's family.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And I do it responsibly
for my own good,
for the health of my city,
for my loved ones,
and for the good of my brother,
whom you have put beside me,
asking me to take care of him in the garden of life.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And in the silence of Nazareth,
I pledge to pray, to read, study, meditate,
be useful for small jobs,
in order to make our home more beautiful and more welcoming.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And in the morning,
I thank you for the new day you give me,
trying not to spoil it
and welcome it with wonder,
as a gift and an Easter surprise.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And at noon I will receive the greeting of the angel,
I will make myself useful for love,
in communion with you who have made you flesh to live among us;
and, tired of the journey, thirsty,
I will meet you at Jacob's well,
and thirsty for love on the Cross.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And if the evening takes me melancholy,
I will invoke you like the disciples of Emmaus:
stay with us, the evening has arrived and the sun sets.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And in the night,
in communion of prayer with the many sick,
the lonely and all the caregivers,
I will wait for the dawn
to sing your mercy again
and tell everyone that,
in the storms, you have been my refuge.

I'm staying at home, Lord!
And I don't feel alone and abandoned,
because you told me:
I'm with you every day.
yes, and especially in these days of confusion, O Lord,
in which, if my presence is not necessary,
I will reach everyone, only with the wings of prayer.




What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Centre down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely, that has come clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise this world your love–
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
so long as we all shall live.
–Lynn Ungar 11/03/20