Prayer for Victims of New Zealand Terror Attack

There is no place that God is not / Even in the barrel of a gun

My heart is breaking for the violence and terror that continues to wreak such destruction on our people—Jew, Muslim—human beings who live and love and pray and spend their days as we all do: trying to getA writ of divorce. Traditionally, only a man can grant his wife a get. Liberal Jews have amended this tradition, making divorce more egalitarian. by, make a difference, tell their story. I cannot march; my wheelchair precludes that. I can raise my voice though, and write—those are my talents, those are the gifts I can offer. We are taught that any person’s death diminishes us. This tragedy, amid all the other tragedies, has decimated us, and we must act now, act once again, to work for a world where we can live and love and pray in peace. I wrote this poem after Squirrel Hill, but, sadly, it fits, I think, for today. I offer it to you, to all my brothers and sisters, in hope and love.