end: a poem

a friend challenged me to write a poem. here’s what I wrote:

we all want this to end.
but what happens when it does?
will we return to our old normal?
do we want to go back to the way it was?

we all want this to end.
but we don't know when it will.
but what else will end when this is finally over?
the slowing, the sabbath, the #dailyworshipuntil?

we don't know when this will end.
but maybe it won't until we uncover
how to live, learn, and laugh,
and how to love one another

maybe this is an end
to the old ways of living
to the impossible pace
to the unhealthy habits
to the misplaced priorities

and maybe this end
can be a new beginning.