Why do I Tremble?

Why Do I Tremble?
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor

Sitting here,
cup of coffee in trembling hand,
I reflect: Why do I tremble?
I'm not under threat, am I?

Am I?

My brother, my sister,
my mother, my daughter, my son..
They'll be fine, won't they?

How I speak today
is only words,
isn't it?

An interview doesn't save anyone,
couldn't change anything.. 

Could it?
We'll be safe.
We'll be fine.
Won't we?

That's why.

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