Thinking the Worst

Bethany (we'll call her), lady of winsome manner, blond

and just past thirty, who leads Taizé services out of the

Episcopal church three time-zones away from me, almost


whispers to her YouTube congregation, "Let us rest

in the silence of God." I look at her, and I briefly wonder

if she isn't a bit too thin. Am I discerning twin creases


of illness between her cheekbones and jaw? I say a

quick silent prayer for her health, as my default is to

imagine catastrophe where perhaps there's none.

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Written on 2021-02-12 at 14:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is first-class writing, Tom, real poetry.