hands in the Pandemic…


What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely that has become clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise the world your love—
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
as long as you shall live.
Lynn Unger
in UU World

Titles from Sunflower Splendor- Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry


This year my list of titles comes from Sunflower

Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry.

Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise

Scents of honeysuckle
Licks of daffodils

Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise

Dancing pirouettes
Twisting tendrils

Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise

Zig zag fireflies
Iridescent moths

Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise

Strobe lightning
Slithering shadows

In the moon rise, luminous winds flicker

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