Our Cherished Litany of Loss: Tisha Be'av 5777/2017
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor
You, Jerusalem,
(God, Your name burns my mouth.)
golden watch-towers,
heart-pulsing sacred stones,
center of the universe,
lion’s share of all the beauty that could be…
millions clamor for Your love…
…You, O Jerusalem
Eternal City, why do You sit alone?
I miss You so very much.
I miss You in Your absence,
long for You because You are not here,
because I am not there, with You.
That is about me,
not about you.
I mourn for myself when I mourn for You.
Just now,
I walked Your streets,
wept at your renewed splendor and excessive spenders,
cried over the ruins and the ruined people who adorn You.
Stones without end absorb us all,
joyful shouts and fallen souls,
estranged brothers and sisters,
inches away from each other’s hearts.
Hidden are the Divine ledgers of sin,
but lists upon lists of right and wrong are still kept
(those ancient stones have witnessed it all):
smothered sigh and fierce anger,
ignited faith and craven hunger,
brokenness artistry ecstasy and light
build burn burned dance
eat eaten …eaten
Jerusalem Jerusalem
You poor, aching city,
You spread Your worn hands for help,
but there are no comforters
who truly listen.
You sitting alone under all of us
is all of us sitting alone
under and on-top of each other.
Two Temples,
Nine days,
three weeks,
sixty-seven
two-thousand,
six million,
all numbers,
our cherished litany of loss.
You call to all Your lovers,
but we, one of your beloved lovers,
hear only our own name.
But today’s strange gift
longing for what is already restored…
Might we finally remember
to cease pretending we own
Your Infinite beauty,
that Your ruin is our own making?
Haven’t we mourned enough to learn
that we belong to You,
not the other way ‘round?
Turn us that we might return,
for we have forgotten
Jerusalem
(You burn me)
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