“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you whisper;
A plea for compassion and comfort
To the True Judge, father, and life giver.
In this moment of grief and disbelief,
Your wounds continue to blister.
“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you weep;
As the weight of the pain crushes your spirit.
How many more? Why is life so cheap?
That blood libels peddled by sick minds
Become licenses to kill by the heap.
“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you hurt.
The walls of the room suffocate you.
Your mouth is dry as a desert.
You keep steady as your Twitter explodes
And your community remains on high alert.
“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you sigh.
It never ends, it never stops.
The ghosts of Auschwitz refuse to die;
The earth under your feet feels heavy
The heavens have abandoned the sky
“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you say.
You squeeze your eyes to hold back tears
As you remember the horrors of the day.
You know you will break down later;
I will be here for you while you pray
“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” You repeat.
“Amen,” I mourn with you, my friend–
The world and its lies; cruelties and deceit.
I will stand by you for what it’s worth,
It is not yet time to admit defeat.
Note: 11 people were killed and several more were injured today after a mass shooting at the Tree of Life Congregation in Pittsburg— a 150-year old synagogue in the heart of a Jewish neighborhood. This was a horrible anti-Semitic attack on a community that had come together to pray on Saturday morning. Heartbreaking. If you need to talk, I am here. It is easier for me to verbalize how I feel through poetry. Please know that I love you, I care for you, and I am hurting for you.