“Barukh Ata Adonai Elohenui Velohei avotenu v’imaotenuÂ
Blessed are You, Adonai our God and God of our fathers and mothers”Â
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After all these yearsÂ
you still call my name,Â
Confidently, you stand on your own, yetÂ
You also need me, so I come to youÂ
It’s what a mother does Â
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I was certain I’d never be Sarah ema, the matriarchÂ
It’s no secret, I laughed at the messengersÂ
declaring old woman, you will be a mother,Â
to birth a son, and a people Â
Naturally, I didn’t believe the impossibleÂ
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Then Adonai, you, and the generations proved me wrongÂ
teaching me to walk humbly into the unknown Â
Holding the triumphs and tribulations of our people Â
Insisting once again, joy does come in the morning* Â
So, I learned to replace hand wringing doubtÂ
When the impossible appears before meÂ
Now, naturally I am lingering longer in possibility Â
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Throughout time my children, naturally, I see Â
Some of you stand, bend your knee, call out to me, Â
Some walk away, bend your knee to another, don’t even recall me  Â
Some never call, choosing to fight viciously with one anotherÂ
My hands no longer wring like when the messengers came Â
You are all my children,Â
I can’t heal your pains, Â
Each generation suffering your own,Â
but what I can do, naturally Â
is remind you, as a mother doesÂ
When the impossible is before youÂ
Linger longer in possibilityÂ
Barkhu Atah Adonai, Oseh haShalomÂ
Blessed are you, Compassionate One, Maker of peaceÂ
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“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” is found in Psalm 30:5
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