This poem came to me (or rather, i came across it---but i'd like to think it came to me) at such a relevant time:

Not Love Perhaps

This is not love perhaps--Love that lays down
Its life, that many waters cannot quench, nor the floods drown--
But something written in a lighter ink, said in a lower tone;
Something perhaps especially our own:
A need at times to be together and talk--
And then the finding we can walk
More firmly through dark and narrow places
And meet more easily nightmare faces:
A need to reach out sometimes hand to hand--
And then find Earth less like an alien land:
A need for alliance to defeat
The whisperers at the corner of the street:
A need for inns on roads, islands in seas, halts for discoveries to be shared,
Maps checked and notes compared:
A need at times of each for each
Direct as the need of throat and tongue for speech.

--A.S.J. Tessimond
(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962)