<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">This Moment</p><div class=""><br class=""></div><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">At this moment of cruel uncertainty </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Planet Earth seems pretty steady</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">In its turning and circling</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Gifting our eyes</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">With the illusion of the sun rising</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">And later on descending</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">During the moment we label </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">As 7pm</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">When we lift our hands in unison</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">And applaud</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">The unflinching</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Front line workers.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">In the growing dimness </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Of 8pm</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">We even howl in gratitude</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">We stretch out our arms</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">As if to hold them</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">And those they serve </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">The ill</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Dying</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Grieving.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">We could also</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">If so inclined</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Both embrace and dissolve </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Our collective pain</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">By trusting the illusive paradox</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">That all exists only</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">In the boundless </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Present moment.</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Embodying this riddle</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">We can still praise</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Our planet’s comforting</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Consistent motion</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">The conjurer </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Of our more familiar notion of time</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Including the returning</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Deceptive rise</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 18px;" class="">Of lovely healing dawn.</p><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- A.W. Gerber</div><div class=""><br class=""></div></div></body></html>