We, who never touch,
have been trained not to,
need, now to touch:
to stand close,
feel arms skim,
breathe the same air,
press salted cheeks,
grasp soft warmth.
Whatever it takes
to feel each other’s life,
know that we are
still alive,
that our hearts pulse.
Peace be with you.
And also with you.
We are afraid
to close our eyes.
Afraid of small spaces.
Afraid of being alone.
These things she knew
would come, did.
There but for the grace
we pray.
Our Father
who art
hallowed,
thy kingdom,
thy will,
as it is in heaven.
Give us this day
your eternal light.
We are so afraid
of the dark.
