Why Sabbath? Ask the poets. They know everything even if they don’t know they know everything. In particular, these three views of time resonate with me because once a week, I stop the clock
“We’ll never get there
Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
Us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches
Sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
Of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
In love, running out of time”
from “In The Middle,” by Barbara Crooker
not when the young
Keep shoving from behind
Not when the old are tugging us forward
Pulling on our arms with all their feeble strength
from “The Parade,” by Billy Collins
