The Name
October 27, 2020 § 2 Comments
For the first time, ever,
I forced my lips to be silent
Upon meeting their daily bread.
No bracha departed from their
Opening.
Instead, I forced myself to think about the creative impulse
And whether it was evidence enough
That you are-
That you exist.
But surely the survival of an orphan
In a distant land
With a single suitcase-
Surely that, is enough to suffice my demand for hard facts.
Perhaps my yearnings,
My quest for pure truth,
Means the wind is changing.
We need you right here, sitting quietly beside us,
Proof that we have not suffered centuries in vain.
We need you here, or we need you not to exist.
I am really glad that I found your blog. And I’m so impressed with both your writing and the intention behind your writing.
I’m a member of a few online dialogue groups with frum people and formerly frum people, and the discussions therein are fantastic – erudite people who have really striven to understand “Truth” to the best of their abilities and come away with very different conclusions. I have no clue what the “Truth” is, but I love being a fly on the wall in those forums.
Thank you for the sincere compliment. It’s only in poetry that my stoic sarcasm melts away and I allowed myself to be confused out loud.