Topic Tags: grief

“Once upon the time / last weekend, something changed the composition of my body, / my memories, / and the way that I breathe.”

“I pray for a swift end to this unwanted war.”

“We are all mourners now / Needing, wanting, giving comfort / For ourselves…” For each other.”

“We are in mourning; / our people are in mourning; / collectively we are sitting shiva.”

“what will ensure / that this will never happen again?”

“Reasons mean nothing in the harsh light of consequence / Reasons are but shadows of war”

“and so I stumble / through my workday, / weeping in between meetings…”

“Into what space do we turn on our winding ways / to the place of tears and grief?”

“When will You lie us down in peace? When will these hakafot of violence end?”

“Sometimes there is not /  enough space / to contain all of the grief.”