This, too

This poem was first presented at “This too shall pass: Stories of hope, victory and community,” an Instagram Live event hosted by Ever Eden Publishing and Radiant magazine in order to comfort people during the novel coronavirus pandemic.

You stare into night but
you don’t tune your eyes right
to see the stars blooming,

the windows bright gold in
the dark house, the field with
suns grazing its windless

expanse. You see only
bleak distance and not the
armadas of bright sails

arrayed for our rescue,
a gospel in morse code.
The mystery unveiled:

how somewhere grows sweet when
we love someone there and
how far we are, and loved.

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