© Rabbi Menachem Creditor
A good story gives us a hint
of the happy ending
but then whisks it away
with a giant or a curse
or a virus or a fire.
After all,
ever after isn't forever.
Not in a real story.
It just means time.
But, Dear God,
our story has had too much
of fiery sky and flooded ground,
and the hint of the happy
is washed and burned,
feels so very faded,
and we need more
rainbow skies and dewy ground,
to remind us of the happy.
So, Holy One,
just for a moment,
please:
let lovers find each other,
let friends forgive,
let our souls heal,
let love be the loudest sound our hearts make.
Just for a moment.
Remind us of the promise
of a world reborn.
Or, perhaps,
You're the One who's waiting
to be reminded.