We are loved, loved, loved
By unending love, an ending love
We are embraced by arms that find us
even when we are hidden from ourselves
We are touched by fingers that soothe us
even when we are too proud for soothing
We are counseled by voices that guide us
even when we are too embittered to hear
We are supported by hands that uplift us
even in the midst of a fall
We are urged on by eyes that meet us
even when we are too weak for meeting
Embraced, touched, soothed, and counseled
Ours are the arms, the fingers, the voices
Ours are the hands, the eyes, the smiles
We are loved by an unending love
—Rabbi Rami Shapiro