From near or far,
Here we are,
Gathered around
the table abundant.
Too long, too long apart;
It’s difficult to remember
The proper way to start.
We join our hands,
We pray for all lands
— for as we have suffered,
others, likewise, have—
And recall those, bright and bold,
Who now the arms of history hold,
Since last we met like this.
The warmth of touch,
Oh, so warm! to share the lively
Pulse of light and life! so much
Missing from living, lately!
Within the candles’ glow,
Within the warmth of home,
This meeting is where we sow
Seeds for Spring in the receptive loam.
Let’s lift up our hearts, Dear Ones!
We lift our cups for the toast,
We lift them up!, reply all tongues,
Gratitude and joy, uppermost—
—Reminded and ever mindful
That all the primary things
Are not things, at all.
