There is a hakafah for periphery dwellers.
Those of us who did not dwell in sukkah and cannot dwell in circle or song.
Though our longing is as real as mourning.
And the weight of pulled back tears as restrained as our hardened hearts.
We are part of a hidden community.
Made real by the truth of our experience, the richness of our vulnerability and the Torah scroll of our living.
Yes, our strength is our People’s.
And our fringe does expand the Jewish circle, to lead us and all those on its outside,
Miraculously, audaciously,
In.
