Edges

BS”D

Cheshvan 16, 5775

I cannot put faith;

 In the math

In the apparent situation

In the theories my mind conjures in the weak crevices of my resolve

I feel the power of defiance and resistance rise in my chest

I spread my arms out to keep from lifting off

I gather my energies before they gather me

And I root my feet into the earth for what today feels like a final stand

I refuse to be shaken any longer.

If the whole image comes crashing around me

I will not move

And my faith in things intangible will hold me irrationally to this path

That once I followed

But now has become indistinguishable from my own form

I desired to move beyond faith

And into knowledge

And here-this I know more now than ever

That should the judgment be that everything is taken from me

I will still be a Jew

And blessing will still leak from my lips