For those of us searching for fathers who never show
	May we find it in our heart of hearts
	To cling, still.
	And may we find Ruth’s loving embrace
	In our teachers, 
	In our neighbors,
	In all people who nurse our broken pieces.
	And when we are both famished and alone
	May G-d grant us the peace of knowing valiant women
	Who
	With the height of the tallest wheat field
	Feed the hungering depths of our seeking souls.
				 
				 
															 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								 
								