A Whole Life

Even at Easter, we practice social distancing;

As far as a dinner table can allow us apart

and still receive the blessing of resurrection.

I see my cousins, uncles, aunts 

and grandparents from afar.

It is more like skimming through old family albums

where Nazareth crowded hills tall

and abundant skies appear from the back.

The blessed city’s bells are silent, 

that one might ask for whom the bill did every toll?

Led by the hand, my cousin’s cello playing 

isolates the inner noise and 

it all appears so clear to me:

I just glimpsed a whole life.