Atah Gibor L’olam Adonai
Are you lodged somewhere in the barren mother’s sigh?
Or the tears that follow an orphan baby’s cry?
Are you in the foster parent that never comes?
Or the one that does?
Frequently, and still unloved.
Would you sit beside the wounded child?
Would you beg us to stop loving so hard once in a while?
Between the promises and good intentions.
Hours and results of our therapy sessions.
You still choose us.
And we can choose us too.
Ha-Gevurah.
Firmly.
Patiently.
Endures.
