There will come a time when this virus is gone, managed, part of our recent history. We will emerge from our houses and flats and blink in new light.
What world will we make? What will we have learned during our enforced furlough from the way things used to be? Do we want things to go back to how they were?
Do we still think that it is not possible to make radical political and economic changes in the face of a major crisis (such as a climate emergency for example)?
Do we still think that an economy whose survival is based on increasing GDP year on year into infinity is every going to be sustainable?
Do we think that inequality and poverty are prices worth paying to sustain our own small kingdoms or can we do better than this?
We need new thinking, new leadership.
Perhaps this might help;
Every Easter I try to write a poem that gathers together something of where we are. This Easter I am fortunate to be spending with my wife, my kids and Emily’s boyfriend. The sun is shining and the garden is blooming. Meanwhile in the real world, others are locked in tiny flats, lonely and with little to eat, stopped from even visiting their local parks.
What does Easter mean in this context?
I care not for your carefully crafted theories of atonement
Or the chocolate eggs you hid inside my hedge
Make it myth or firmest fact, or just
Some old and cold convention
Don old bonnets or blue bunny suits
Cantata or carouse it
But me, I search the sky for hope
I long for resurrection
I long for greens at the tips of trees
For stirrings deep in soil
For a pulse aflutter under brand-new skin
Marking an end of unpotential, when
Spring is carried in on warming winds
Letting souls unfold, like leaves
Like lengthening days, reaching out
Roll away the stone
For behold, all things are made again, and
We all need second chances
After silence comes the song
Comes the knowing right from wrong
And the grace to make things better
Let us make messiah from our mud and blood
And practice resurrection