What if we thought of this uncertainty
as the Jews consider our Sabbath—
As a sacred space in time?
Stop buying and selling.
Give up for now,
trying to make the world
better than it is.
Instead, Sing. Dance. Pray.
Write songs and read poetry.
Paint the pictures from your eyes.
Walk amongst the leaves and the stars.
Touch only those to whom you have commited your life.
And when your mind and body have become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected in ways that are both terrifying and beautiful.
No one can deny that now.
Do not reach out with your hands.
Reach out with your heart.
Reach out with your words.
Reach out with all the curled tendrils
of compassion that connect us invisibly,
where we cannot touch each other.
Promise this world your love
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
For as long as we all shall live
In this time of mass uncertainty.
March 20, 2020 | Categories: Americana, death, Emptyness, Faith, Healing, Meditations, Mindfulness, new poetry, spoken word, Therapy | Tags: Corona Virus, Pandemic, panic, Quarantine., Self Isolation, Social Distancing, virus | Leave a comment