A teacher, a rabbi came to this earth
courtesy of a star, a manger and a virgin birth.
Ages before, despite the temple’s destruction
oil of one day stretched out to eight –
– imagine the miracle!
Hope lights our times, shadows flee in their wake
Hanukkah, Christmas in one time combined.
Faiths diverge but converge all the same
in their wishes for peace and love and brotherhood,
if you can cut through the soundbites and posturing, that is.
I am a mongrel, one foot in the Deep Mid Winter of my past
My heart swelling to Baruch Hu as I whisper Kaddish in memory.
Y’hei sh’lama raba min sh’maya
Bitter sweet at this time of disruption
For all that is gone, for all that has broken
For all that divides in words left unspoken.
As Salaam Aleikum
Oseh shalom bim’romav hu ya’aseh shalom
Let us welcome the Malakhi, in whatever form he – or she – takes.
It’s been a while. Longer than I thought. Life, you know?
Last night saw the first night of Hanukkah and Christmas Eve – two miracles for the price of one. It inspired me to take some time during a small oasis of calm to share my thoughts, my feelings, to highlight just a tiny slice of the similarities in the underlying hopes of the three Abrahamix religions, not to mention in some of the words used in greetings and wishes bestowed.
Yes, it’s probably a bit clumsy (I’ve not written for a while) – but it’s all me.
Whatever faith you follow or not, I send my love to you, my brothers and sisters in this messed-up, argumentative worldwide family of ours.