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The Raw Material of the Notes




God of the Waters of Babylon,


God of the Faith-lacking Scouts,


God of the Blessings of Grief,


God of the Third Temple,


God of the Month of Av,


God whose crown is Tet,


Turn Your ear


Toward Your creatures.




Listen.




We are weeping; loudly.




We know what we have done,


But we don’t know what to do.




We watch, helplessly,


As power blames power,


As polarisation entrenches


And solution-seeking


Is trampled under foot.




We have been here before.


We dread we are living memory.




Listen.




For two and a half thousand years,


Three times a day,


We have prayed


To be gathered


In order that


The wisdom of our judges


Rules over us


Through chesed v’rachamin,


Loving-kindness and compassion;


Vanquishing the enemy within,


Affording the spaciousness


For redemption to grow.




We are the people


Who build sanctuaries


Through prayers,


And words,


And letters.




And silence.




Listen.




We are the people


Who know utterances


Set loose vibrations


That shake the Cosmos


Into The-Ever-Becoming,


Animated by the Moral Code


That informs it.




We are the people


Who must know


We are not the only ones


Who weep;


Sometimes we are


Complicit in


The tears of Others.




May our mourning be naked


For the sake of all of Creation.




And when our crescendo


Of grief departs,


May the cries of every neshama


Be rendered into


Notes of comfort,


In this time


Of the 10th,


And Final,


Song of Creation.





In order to fly,


Birds have been gifted


Two wings:


A right


And a left.


But it is the heart


In the creature's centre,


That enables it


To live.




Tiferet Welch 31 July, 2023


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For more of Tiferet Welch's poetry, please visit her poetry channel or her Ritualwell profile.

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