Prayer for #BringBackOurBoys

I'm sitting here shocked that the sun rose today. Going about my automatic daily tasks...all the while, framed with a backdrop of uneasy angry grief over the kidnapping of these 3. Our boys. Fluctuating between prayerfulness & anguish...disturbed and stirred. With little left to do but give word.... 

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Days like today I am weary of preaching peace
no more talk about forgiveness
I only want vengeance
for these innocent
stolen treasures.

I am deeply triggered
for my people...
post traumatic stress disorder-ed
from Hitler to Hamas
no end to the horrors. 

We are the haunted, the hunted 
sons and daughters of prophets
the parents of soldiers
and students abducted
 -- for no fault of their own...
Dear Lord bring them home...
Unscathed unstoned - 
bring them home...

Guard them, guide them 
let their captors stumble like blind men
that we might find them
lift them 
safely gently seamlessly 
as the streams of prayers
flow endlessly 
from our mouths
as we learn your Torah
as we walk your streets 
and weep with every eye we meet.
 
Reminded that we are bound together in this 
endeavor of care and prayer... 
wasted and weathered 
with despair
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What else can we do? 
I don't know... 
Write a poem?
Rip your clothes?
Go to the Kotel? 
Pray it's gonna end well...
Let your voices swell...

For we are the disturbed the greatly stirred. 
Let us - at the very least - 
give word.... 
Let's be forces of friendship 
of godliness, of justice
with a breathless wish for 
the end to this horror flick. 

Return our sons  
they're only kids...
Return our sons
they're only kids...