It happened,
This morning,
As I was davenen;
Preparing to lead
On the occasion of
Rehearsing our death.
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I blanked!
My voice keep singing
While my mind could not rememberÂ
Which song was coming out of me.
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I love you,
Precious sister,
Beloved friend.
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But, I do not agree with you
On this matter of life,
And of death.
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We are commanded,
By the Holy Matrix of The One,
To choose life.
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I am sorry.
I do not have the words,
While standing onÂ
The Mountain of Curse
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As I search
For the logic,
And the love,
In your home’s
Immovable stance against
The life-saving,
Morbidity ameliorating,
Global Pandemic Immunization.
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I am breaking!
I do not knowÂ
How I can beÂ
In your home,
Celebrating the birthÂ
Of this glorious world,
As life is held,Â
Your life,
Even more so,
The lives of others,
Which to me,
Is short-sighted blindness
And reckless abandon.
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There is a fistÂ
Banging on my heart
During these days of Awe.
And all I seem
Able to do
Right now,
Is hurt.
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I am a nurse.Â
