(Dedicated to my good friend, Mary Little, who inspired this poem)
Loved ones going away, Be safe. Be well. We pray. Keep us close while you're far Under that distant star. It hurts, it aches, pain reverberates. Can my heart bear this weight? Yearning, stretching, oh so far, To your distant star. But space is deceiving, fools you believing Separation and despair. Spirit knows better, we link together Under our common star.
The Capacity Can Open . . . Just One More Time
Our capacity to love and to forgive may be tested, but each day, it can open just one more time. –G. Hill
Written during week eight of our national quarantine, May, 2020.