Bearing downÂ
In fear and disconnection,
Grasping to touch anything solid,
We long to create something
We can truly feel.
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Each has gazed at many mountains
Over this past year;
Peaks of the infected,
Deserts of the isolated,
Deep valleys home to
Silver River Bottoms,
Flowing with tears.
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Yet here,
In Holy space
Of ether and metal,
We offer our half-shekel’s worth
Of comfort through language
As we lean into one another
At the base of a screen,
Fingers on keyboards,
Communal in creation,
Our mishkan, still
And traveling,
With The All,
Through all, right here.
