Art by Mike Cockrill
This new year is going to be
Difficult to witness and
End-of-the-world frightening,
With cruel enemies
Lacking nuance and compassion.
How can this be?
Amidst the brutality and the pain,
Amidst the illness and the injuries,
Amidst the boredom and the lack of sleep,
Amidst the outrage and the frustration,
You sometimes will want to be happy.
How does that work ?
But won’t feeling good be obscene?
Simple pleasures, selfish?
Should we eat well if others starve?
No more being silly!
Can we still fall in love?
How did this happen?
Forgive the old for leaving you this mess.
Know that they were left
Their own mess by their elders.
Which they tried to repair in their time.
Sorry, but it’s your turn.
How will you be kind?
Bless HaMavdil, Creator of Time,
As we gird our loins
For the battles and horrors to come.
Help us remember to enjoy our lives
And make sure we get enough sleep,
Don’t ask me how.
Happy New Year
Amen
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