no matter what we pray,
no matter what we cry,
no matter what the news anchors deadpan
away,
no matter what the truth is,
no matter the color of the sky,
no matter the eleven years i've waited
for this chance,
no matter the rights of us the people,
no matter what we pray,
today is the day history is being made.
today is the sharp edge of the knife.
today we are pleading and screaming for freedom.
today we are being prepared to die.
Posted in response to the challenge Election '24–Women.
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
I walk home wearing twin braids with bows
and a big smile because I'm wishing for snow.
Snow like a blanket, thick and white,
I want it to fall all through the night -
to cover the roads and the trees and the hills,
Comments
A healthy interest and care in the world around you is something to hold onto. Keep your spirits high; we don't know the outcome yet!
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