For Jews Who Can’t

silhouetted woman standing on sand dune

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. 

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