This is a poem to be said by Jews who, for any reason, are not able to enter into or belong to a Jewish community
I am a Jew who can’t.
Who can’t cater the shiva.
Come to the seder.
Cross the bimah.
Or utter a word of Hebrew.
I’m not the one you pray for.
Because I’m not the one you see.
King David prayed for eyes open to Torah.
And yet I yearn for a community that is open to me.
A sanctuary for the invisible.
Not some refuge for arrogance, shame, and kings.
I want be part of, but for now, I remain unseen.
G-d, with Law and Love, help your teachings and Your People to please find me.
