There will come a time
my friends
when we can hug
again,
when we can go
into the sun
and play.
When we can stroll together
side by side,
take each other for a ride,
and dance
and hold each other
near.
There will come a time
when masks and rubber gloves
are put aside,
when stores and banks
and libraries
are open wide.
When we’ll go back to work
and see our comrades
face to face.
There will come a time
when we can break
some bread,
and I can lean in close
to hear
what you have said,
without a worry
on my mind.
When we can shake
some hands,
and make our own
reunion plans,
to welcome friends
back to our sacred space.
There will come a time.
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