At around one in the morning
What should have been a time of peace
Turned into pain and mourning
Blood shed
Terror
I cannot imagine
The horror
This time
It was too close
To me
And while I am 6000 miles away
How can it be
That I would not cry
Or be afraid
My Rebbeim
Mori
My teacher
Rabi
My Rabbis
The ones who guided me through turbulent time
Are you ok (alive)?
Waiting
Waiting
Please answer
I cannot sleep
Until I know you are safe
But even then
Mori V'Rabi
What answer can you give
What comfort can you provided
Our collective soul
Has been stabbed
We are all bleeding
Mori V'Rabi
Give me an anwer
Give me hope
My emuna
Is being stretched thin
I don't want to snap
I don't want to snap
I want to go home
I want to be close
I want to be safe
Mori V'Rabi
My teacher
Teach me...
Where do we go from here?
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