Tradition & Innovation

Rosh Hodesh Heshvan – To Rachel

By Rabbi Sheila Peltz Weinberg

Who am I to weep at a
supposed grave of a
dead ancestor?
Yet tears fallthick and sweetat your
blue velvet bier,
beloved Rachel,
while outside
boy soldiers, in green
stand guard.

Tears for them
and for me
a great flowing river of tears.

Yours, Rachel, remembered
for so long
and mine, still fresh,
and overflow,
for a moment,
the dry banks
of separation.


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