Corona Virus Poems
Updated: Mar 26
I am proud to be an N.H.S minion and work in a hospital for my Day Job. I am a porter, and funnily enough my name is Gurney. (A Gurney is also a trolley for transporting people and bodies on). But this is no joking subject.
Please find below a series of Poems and prayers, I wrote (mostly) during periods of self isolation. This is a difficult time, as it means waiting to get back onto the front line, where I want to be.
Many of these have already appeared on my Facebook posts, but I wanted to bring them together into one place. I hope that they help in some small way.
Poem. "Until I was sent home again"
I emerge from my isolating
into a strange planet
I have never seen such quiet street before
And it cant be right, can it?
Normally I would see school children
But the schools are shut today
The ordinary workers that are usually here
Have suddenly gone away
The journey to work is shortly finished
The bus stops less with less people on it
Normally it is delayed by the traffic
But the cars have gone away
Ordinary people confined to their houses
For me a brand new day
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The Invisible Threat
Stalking the shadows
It haunts us
penetrates our darkness
Cripples a nation
No answers, no miracles
But people unite
Love starts to win
Home alone, Loved
Waiting the healing
When my body wins
And I return to society
By NR Gurney
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Lord I am frustrated
I don't like waiting
My desire is to be on the front line
Making a difference as you inspire me to do
And yet I am here
In a safe place yet again
And I wait
That I am doing my bit by not spreading the virus
By not infecting the hospital
And complying with the government advice
Do I feel guilty?
Like I am failing others?
And why am I ill anyway?
And why do I strive to do more?
But I trust you will carry me through
That I will heal
And you will give me my chance
To be all that I can be
And maybe more.
So I wait
Yes, even angrily
Grateful to be alive
By NR Gurney - all rights reserved
It is fine to say
"Now stay of work, and help the N.H.S."
But what about those who fear their employers
And don't want to create a fuss
And where are they when things go wrong
And others don't understand
When your best intentions are misconceived
And people don't give a damn
Where are they in the sleepless nights
And when my fevers high
When I fear the worst is going to happen
And fear that I could die
Now I know the worrying is bad for my health
But isolation has that effect
For we are not meant to be alone
It is a Creation fact
We make ourselves sick with worry
Our health deteriorates
Instead of getting better
We work ourselves into a state
We question if it was "them, or us?"
We ask if its "abuse?"
And in that downward-spiralling process
We stew in our own juice
To just show a little compassion
Is the best that you can give
And not passing any judgement
Will help us all
By NR Gurney. All rights reserved.