God this is rubbish, really rubbish
We would really like some semblance of normal life – to watch football, to go for a coffee. God, I can’t even go to church and hug Alan Lamb
Verily Lord this sucks
God would you help us
Would you help us to bear this, to look after each other, to do what we’re told, to not look for simple answers when there aren’t any or get cross at others because they can’t produce them
God life seems frozen, like it’s all there but we can’t touch it. We worry, selfishly when it will ever feel okay again. We watch, helplessly as our unseen foes stalks us
Thank you Lord that this will pass. Thank you, God that though we cannot see it yet, this will become history – significant but not all consuming
Thank you that we will recover. Help us Lord
Help us God to be good neighbours
Help us to pursue hope
Help the big bosses make the right calls
Help the medics to look after us, one at a time, thank you Lord they are amazing
Help the boffins find a cure
Help us Lord. You are greater. This is not it. But while it seems like it help us to bear it well.
The Author: Dave Luck
Dave Luck lives in Sheffield with his wife Louise and son Joe. Dave works as the Community Services Manager for Sheffield City Council. In 2017 Dave published his first book ‘What Happens Now?’ Dave is an active member of St Thomas’ Crookes Church, an avid West Ham fan and plays squash badly.