We’ll need to lean on each other in the many coming days. I’m finding this poem helpful:

“I met a stranger in the night
whose light had ceased to shine.
I paused and let him light
his lamp from mine.

 A tempest sprang up later on
and shook the world about.
And when the storm was over,
my lamp was out.

But back to me this stranger came
his lamp was glowing fine.
He held to me his precious flame
and thus rekindled mine. “

~Lon Woodrum
“Lamps” The Lighted Pathway