72 hours without my devices, no tweets, no texts, no calls.
72 hours with my community; my wife, my children, my G-d.
72 hours with unhurried prayer, with seders late into the night,
72 hours of unhurried meals, when body and soul reunite.
Just down the block, maybe in the same home, the time is tracked differently.
Anxious and worried, a contrasting story, dreading prolonged misery –
72 hours without needed distractions, facing a void called despair.
72 hours with no one to connect to, alone, does anyone care?
72 hours with a G-d I’m estranged from, aimlessly sitting through shul.
72 hours, how much food can I devour, as I drown out the screams of my soul.
May Hashem grant us all, wherever we find ourselves, all alone or feeling alone, empty or full, down or anxious, an uplifting, strength-filled, meaningful, and connection-filled 72 hours of Shabbos and Yom Tov!
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