O God, O God, O God
I know I’m theory I’m actually already family with the Greek alphabet
Because that’s what the New Testament was written in—despite the fact that Jesus spoke Aramaic.
And now O God, the short letter O
not the long one, not the Omega at the end of the alphabet with it’s satisfying finality.
But Omicron with its ominous almost transformers sounding nuance
(After skipping over the homophone of nu that sounded too much like new and xi that is way too common a last name) we had to land on omicron.
God. Let me be the first to remind you
That we humans actually suck at variations.
We hate change, use deviant as an insult and use normal as a compliment
I’m just telling you that we do this (not because it’s right or good)
I’m telling you this because it has been a very long almost-two-years-and-frankly-it’s-felt-like-longer and we need help right now
So here’s my o, omicron prayer.
Help us with this variant.
Help us to
Adapt, change, pivot, endure, vaccinate, boost, mask and all those other good words we need to do.
But mostly, help us NOT to give up—and to remember that coronavirus is not the alpha and the omega.
Thank abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyzGOD for that.
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