I wanted to write something profound. Something uplifting and fun to help lift our focus… I’m sorry it just isn’t there tonight. So I offer you this poem written by Canadian poet, David O’Meara. However, what I do want to add is that we do have the perfect opportunity at hand to have those deep conversations that we may not otherwise share. Take care, everyone.
"Nothing," he said, "it's nothing."
Then nothing was said. Silence; nothing.
What she asked had come from nothing.
Sweet nothing, really, was all he said.
They cut their links like little wires, said
nothing about it afterward, nothing.
All over nothing.
So never to talk of what they said
until all that was ever said
was nothing, and so nothing was ever said.
Music plays quietly
delicate notes of joy and love
Heartwarming tears of gratitude
offered while on knees of the moment
Beauty and compassion
shared in a circle of safety
stories of hardship and pain
stories of hopes and desires
enveloped in a halo of acceptance
Dream catchers woven
in a time of listening
exposed and vulnerable
gathered in hands of friendship
braided as one
no longer frayed
strengthened by unity
now a beautiful tapestry
as each thread is touched,
a divine chorus
a privileged instant