We beg of you: Heed our call in the dry places.
To see what it looks like to put ourselves together again.
Thinking about Passover and the death of the firstborn, praying to conceive.Â
Who will make chicken soup for the dejected?
I smashed my father’s statues and stood alone in the fragmenting dark
“When I feel most broken / pulled apart / when every door unhinged / is opened / but feels closed”
Praise that comes after pain
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