A wee thought for those who aren't isolating or social distancing:

 

In the 1500s, Edinburgh had many visitations of the plague and in 1530 David Duly, a tailor, was convicted of having concealed the fact that his wife had contracted 'the contagious seiknes of pestilens' and had actually gone to sunday service at St Giles while she lay 'in extremis in the said seiknes', thus likely 'till haif infekked all the toune'.  He was sentenced to be hanged outside his own front door, but the rope broke while the hanging was taking place and this was regarded as a sgn that God willed he should live.  He and his children were then banished from the city for life.

(Sent in by one of our members)

In the Time of Pandemic

 

And the people stayed home.

And read books and listened, and rested and exercised,

and made art and played games,

and learned new ways of being and were still.

 

And listened more deeply.

Some meditated, some prayed, some danced.

Some met their shadows.

And the people began to think differently.

And the people healed.

And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless and heartless ways the earth began to heal.

 

And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again,

they grieved their losses, and made new choices,

and dreamed new images,

and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully,

as they had been healed.

 

Written by Kitty O’Meara, inspired perhaps by an Italian poem by Irene Vella (whose immuno-depressed husband has been ill during this period of Coronavirus).

Sent in by Muriel Salmond

Tae a virus

Twa months ago, we didna ken, 
yer name or ocht aboot ye
But lots of things have changed since then,
I really must salute ye

Yer spreading rate is quite intense,
yer feeding like a gannet
Disruption caused, is so immense,
ye’ve shaken oor wee planet.

Corona used tae be a beer,
they garnished it wae limes
But noo it’s filled us awe wae fear
These days, are scary times.

Nae shakin hawns, or peckin lips,
it’s whit they awe advise
But scrub them weel, richt tae the tips,
that’s how we’ll awe survive

Just stay inside , the hoose, ye bide
Nae sneakin  oot for strolls
Just check the lavvy every hoor
And stock-take, your, loo rolls

Our holidays have been pit aff
Noo that’s the Jet2 patter
Pit oan yer thermals, have a laugh
And paddle ‘ doon the waater ‘

Canary isles, no for a while
Nae need for suntan cream
And awe because o this wee bug
We ken tae be..19

The boredom surely will set in,
But have a read, or doodle
Or plan yer menu for the month
Wi 95 pot noodles.

When these run oot, just look aboot
A change, it would be nice
We’ve beans and pasta By the ton
and twenty stane o rice.

So dinny think yell wipe us oot
Aye true, a few have died
Bubonic, bird flu, and Tb
They came, they left, they tried

Ye might be gallus noo ma freen
As ye jump fae cup tae cup
But when we get oor vaccine made
Yer number will be up

Sent in by Ruth Gettinby who says: Maybe we could close our eyes and imagine ourselves in our own thin place, and find calm and reassurance in imagining ourselves there till we are able to travel there in reality.

New Kilpatrick Parish Church

28 Kirk Place

Bearsden G61 3RT

 

Rev Roddy Hamilton

0141 942 8827

Scottish Charity SC012997

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