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This poem was inspired by V’Ahavta one of the most beautiful prayers of the Saturday morning liturgy from Deutoronomy 6:4-9. I first wrote it after losing a friend to suicide, and it has since become a helpful reminder each time I’m tempted to silence a part of me, or judge myself or someone else harshly.
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9/11 Project
My prevailing feeling in the days after 9/11, was that we were about to experience a giant forward leap in human consciousness.
The particular nature of that tragedy–with nearly 3000 people of more than 60 different nationalities and multiple faith traditions perishing that day—brought our interdependence into such a stark relief.
Everything we do, affects all of us. The people we love and the people we can’t possibly imagine having anything in common with.
Two decades later, here we are, with several other most urgent invitations to acknowledge our interconnectedness.
I am the Youngest of Three
At this stage of our human story, we don’t need to be children of parents who survived the Shoah, to heed the call for a saner way of treating each other.
At this stage of our human story every one of us is a descendant of survivors.
The idea is not to let the lives of the victims of hateful actions become tales of long ago and far away.
The idea is to claim them; to claim each life lost to violence, as a life of a beloved kin and then to
do something, Do something. Do something.
I am the Youngest of Three
At this stage of our human story, we don’t need to be children of parents who survived the Shoah, to heed the call for a saner way of treating each other.
At this stage of our human story every one of us is a descendant of survivors.
The idea is not to let the lives of the victims of hateful actions become tales of long ago and far away.
The idea is to claim them; to claim each life lost to violence, as a life of a beloved kin and then to
do something, Do something. Do something.