Welcome to your inspiration page ...


Below, you'll find a selection of evocative personal responses to our current 'world-situation'. For your soul-nourishment, inspiration and reassurance ... impressions and reflections of 'the now' in the artistry of poetry, prose, image.


If you have written something you'd like to share on this page, email me.

If you haven't, perhaps the poems below will inspire you to do so!







Yes there is fear.


Yes there is isolation.


Yes there is panic buying.


Yes there is sickness.


Yes there is even death.




They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise


You can hear the birds again.


They say that after just a few weeks of quiet


The sky is no longer thick with fumes


But blue and grey and clear.


They say that in the streets of Assisi


People are singing to each other


across the empty squares,


keeping their windows open


so that those who are alone


may hear the sounds of family around them.


They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland


Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.


Today a young woman I know


is busy spreading fliers with her number


through the neighbourhood


So that the elders may have someone to call on.


Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples


are preparing to welcome


and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary


All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting


All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way


All over the world people are waking up to a new reality


To how big we really are.


To how little control we really have.


To what really matters.


To Love.


So we pray and we remember that


Yes there is fear.


But there does not have to be hate.


Yes there is isolation.


But there does not have to be loneliness.


Yes there is panic buying.


But there does not have to be meanness.


Yes there is sickness.


But there does not have to be disease of the soul


Yes there is even death.


But there can always be a rebirth of love.


Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.


Today, breathe.


Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic


The birds are singing again


The sky is clearing,


Spring is coming,


And we are always encompassed by Love.


Open the windows of your soul


And though you may not be able


to touch across the empty square,






Richard Hendrick, OFM
March 13th 2020






Grandma corona ...coronama


this too am I: a small mindless bug

searching for soft tissue to live in.

I stare it in the face

though it is too small to see

I thought corona meant crown

but it seems to mean cold.

And now I am a self-isolated grandma.

For if I get sick

I might die.

Somebody talked today about old people

clogging up the hospital system.

Like fur clogging up arteries,

we oldies interrupt the flow.

And perhaps this is simply true.

The old need to make way for the young.

But no, darlings, Now is not about

a cull of the ancients.

In this rattling of the planet

we are all enmeshed,

shaking and afraid

in our web of connection

and the green things and the furry and scaly things and the cycles of the moon

carry on in their glorious rotation

and as we retreat and shut down

and gather the fracture around us

the non-thinking beings have a rest from our

lack of balance, from our

entitlement, from our heedless

slashing through the pathways of life.

From our thinking. From our

thinking that we can have what

we want.

And we sit in our houses that have now become cocoons.

And we sit

in the lap of our solitude

and feel the strangest stirring of joy


Bibi (Barbara Brown)

19 March 2020








What value now ‘celebrity’?



Pan spreads his panic and is happy now.

Where the gods of reason?

The goddesses?


Even Dionysus now is mute.

No favourite haunts for wine and food,

No bars. No clubs, No pubs. (No sex?)


But you, Gaia, could take no more.

You have spoken: “Stop.

Cease your waste. Stop your mindless greed.


No longer wreck my lovely Earth.

Let me breathe again ...

so you can breathe – again.”


Susan Swire

March 2020








I gave a last muffled sigh

somewhat like a bulldog's breath.

and then, what took over?

it was the veil of gradual death.

then, a ripple passed over
my entire soul.

it was the ring of reuniting,

the ring that makes us whole.

and now I am: no longer sleeping, 

and my heart, soul and mind,

I am keeping.



(9 years old - 5 planets in Aquarius!)
April 2020


A note from Maggie's mother:


In the morning she said,


"'I’ll show you the poem I wrote in the night. It’s called Death, but it’s not much about death, it's about coming alive again”. 








We are all untouchables now.

You smile and say a friendly word

but move a big bed’s length away.

You must ‘stay safe’.

‘Stay safe’ ... from me?

Is this the new etiquette?

Or are you ... are you ... scared of me?


Now, ‘Track and Trace’.

A call from you

and I – fit, healthy and feeling good –

am under house arrest.

“Stay inside. See no-one. Do your civic duty”.

Day 15: ‘Freedom’. Sweet fresh air. Delirium of bliss.

And then ... and then ... another call.


We are all lepers to each other now.

We do not need to ring a bell.

Susan Swire

June 2020