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Mike Bonikowsky reflects on the simple acts of love and care during Advent. He shares personal vulnerability in wearing a mask to protect a friend with health challenges. The post highlights how small sacrifices show deep connection and responsibility in community.
This is the third in a series of poems about Christmas, this Christmas. Through the framing device of the five Advent candles that mark the progression of the season in various Christian traditions, they will attempt to speak the truth about Christmas in congregant care, both to and from those experiencing it.
III. Love I don’t want to wear a mask But I’ll wear one for my friend His lungs are bad, and if he Gets the virus he will die. So are mine, and so will I So he wears a mask for me. We share a home, so no one’s Healthy unless we all are. I hate wearing the mask. And I hate staying home. But I don’t hate either As much as I love my friend I’m lucky I have a friend Who feels the same about me. We’re lucky to have a God Who feels the same about us.
About the Author:
Mike Bonikowsky:
Mike Bonikowsky lives and works in Dufferin County, Ontario. He is a direct support professional with the local Association for Community Living and spends the rest of his time raising two young children. He has been living and working with men and women with developmental disabilities since 2007. He is an editor for Ekstasis
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Mike Bonikowsky reflects on the simple acts of love and care during Advent. He shares personal vulnerability in wearing a mask to protect a friend with health challenges. The post highlights how small sacrifices show deep connection and responsibility in community.
This is the third in a series of poems about Christmas, this Christmas. Through the framing device of the five Advent candles that mark the progression of the season in various Christian traditions, they will attempt to speak the truth about Christmas in congregant care, both to and from those experiencing it.
III. Love I don’t want to wear a mask But I’ll wear one for my friend His lungs are bad, and if he Gets the virus he will die. So are mine, and so will I So he wears a mask for me. We share a home, so no one’s Healthy unless we all are. I hate wearing the mask. And I hate staying home. But I don’t hate either As much as I love my friend I’m lucky I have a friend Who feels the same about me. We’re lucky to have a God Who feels the same about us.
