In the sadness of Tisha B’Av there is the light that we are blessed with life.
We remember the sadness of death
Yet we are blessed with life to hold the memory
We hear of the bomb blasts in the night
Yet we are alive in the presence of the sound
We know of the torture of those who are different
Yet we are living in our sameness
We witness the poverty of those near us
Yet we are surrounded by our riches
We are present to so many acts of hatred
Yet we are living with loving hearts
We know that so many around are suffering
Yet what do we do with the gifts we have been given?
