These times have been hard
Installation of sanitisation
Putting things away
Taking them back out - we know more today.
With cameras overheating
The odd virtual meeting
While half say "it's nice doing face to face"
And others refuse to be in the same place
As anyone who's not triple-vaxed
wouldn't believe the scenes
Looking at countless Zoom screens
Then remembering on the third Wednesday it's Teams
Because Zoom fails to work
On Jenny's Chromebook.
Holding virtual hands
With the dying. Checking the latest rules
On hospital visiting.
Uncle Jim's funeral by the graveside
Because Aunty Joan won't go inside.
Wedding guests that won't go masked
No matter how nicely asked
Even with Grandma's condition
And the bride's dad's only in remission.
(And the changes to the Wedding Regs
Have left the minister running on the dregs
And mental agility.)
And no chance of rest
from the Lateral Flow Test.
Communion in the hand? On the tongue?
In the garden? Bring your own?
And the inside, outside, all the sides
People who worship in masks
Those who focus on irrelevant cleaning tasks
Those who are scared stiff by the news
Those so reckless, they're licking the pews.
Trying to discern
what is this normal to which everyone wants to return
So if the minister looks a little gray
at the Zoom Communion today
please don't think
it's your screen needs adjusting -
it's her colour balance on the blink.
It's been a long time.
And the minister is tired.