prayers


I am, just for Now, willing to suspend my disbelief,
My fatigue and annoyance,
My doubt and my politics.

It is not negotiable:
Watching my cousin prepare for his bar mitzvah
Is watching the weaving of a thread of hope

I cried when my cousin Assaf stepped to the Torah
The beauty of the longing
The prayer…
It is real (even as the tourists photograph the men (my uncles) in their tiffilin and tallis)

The Word made to live again, lest we forget that the Spirit is real.
She is real
Ruah is there

This call for peace and awakening is in all the prayers.

May my cousin hold the responsibility dearly

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