We yearn to clasp the season’s rituals in the company of others and so to enliven each circling year.
You are not alone. For if I know you, I am with you.
We ache for embrace to affirm our bond, especially in circumstances we cannot abide, always amid challenges we cannot control.
You are not alone. For if I know you, I am with you.
We tremble at distance, rage at separation, strain against the space that in this season, of this year, will not be bridged.
You are not alone. For if I know you, I am with you.
We reach for your absent touch or caress, your unspoken word or whisper, your missing smile across room or table.
You are not alone. For if I know you, I am with you.
We yearn to inhabit again the memories that bind us across time, past geography and through generations.
You are not alone. For if I knew you, I am with you.
I am not alone. For if you know me, you are with me.
We are not alone.
