Prayer to the One who presses down

One rebbe calls You Mystery.
Another names You Reality.
Others speak of the God of the Gaps.
This first day of spring I salute You
who presses down until we claim we
can bear no more, and presses
down again. 

This morning I stood on my peace
vigil line—fifteen feet away from the others.
Masked for safety, I safely waved
to passing humans safe in their metal cars.  
I could not hear the words passing
between two fellow witnesses speaking perhaps
of our great yearning for truth, justice, peace.

Later I walked up the road with my man.
We greeted neighbors, stopping to stand
on opposite sides of our country road.
In this plague time I wish only health
and peace for every soul we pass.

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