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(c) Rabbi Menachem Creditor
with thanks to Rabbi Amy Eilberg

Voice trembling,
lips stammering,
unclear expressions,
incomplete thoughts,
hard to breathe...


Yet that unsureness,
the fear and worry of a no-longer-protected soul,
the startling recognition of
hidden wells of woundedness...


held by loving ears,
caring eyes,
responsive, quiet words,

so much weight lifts,
chest re-expands,
heart moves - beats!
and pumps again with life.


It is profound to be heard,
to feel heard,
to swim in being heard.

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Sometimes, it isn't about nuance.
Sometimes it just comes down to facing the storm,
calling God out,
standing at the center of a whirlwind
holding your ground.

No cathedral is immune to agony,
no soul impervious to life itself no nation purely noble.
If it were any other way,
there would be no need for cathedrals
in the first place.

Kneel,  stand,  sit,  rise up.

To kneel is
to submit  to lower oneself  to step down  to pause.
To kneel is to call attention  to touch the Earth's face to listen to those  whose blood saturates  the very roots of our story.
To kneel is to step aside  to step outside  to invite others to come closer  to remember.
To kneel is not to stand not to stand not to stand idly by.
Speak your truth,
God damn it.

That's what God wants most of all.

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