It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting…” – Ecclesiastes 7:2

God of the Hovel, the Hole, the House and the Hotel,
who creates a room for each of us,
a nameplate, not a number, on the door, 
which we close to keep the noise of others out
while binging-watching our own noise;
though we may shed tears for the end of a season
the well of our deep grief dries;
Move us to go next door to our neighbor
who knows only tears of aloneness.
Amen.

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