The virus can eat a person up, or a lot of people, so we closed the world and locked the door. But the world kept turning like always, and the sun and the moon did what they must do, and the stars, too. Rain fell, plants grew. Some people died. Well, OK, a lot of people died, but not you, or else you wouldn’t be reading this. So be like the sun, the moon, the stars, the rain, the plants. When the door is unlocked and the world is open, live. Just live.
This is a day that holds grief and anger, yes, but also love. Also kindness. All things come to an end, and so will this day. Of the things we know today, what will we carry with us into tomorrow? This is our choice.
Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is Holy.
-Rabbi Abraham Heschel
What is poetry which does not save nations or people?
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
-William Butler Yeats