June 15, 2011 § Leave a comment
We have to leave home in order to become ourselves
We have to find our way back in order to become whole. In the exile, we stay
Since we can’t self-repair (go back), we vow to be the ones to repair
We leave each place in a better condition than how we found it
Practising in the holiness of time, in the holiness of the absence.
In the contraction
in the galut of every person’s heart.
the dishes became sacred
evidence of a past
Nothing less than kosher
We moved together shoulder to shoulder, a flock of migrant doves, we bowed, and remembered