02 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: beautiful, cease travel, compassion, connected, give up, hands in the pandemic, heart, love, Lynn UngerUUWorld, play, pray, sacred of times, sing, still your body, tendrils, terrifying, the Sabbath, touch only your commited, Words

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
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