Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Weep With Me
I dropped off my beautiful, funny, irreplaceable daughter this morning at her middle school with the following unbelievably lame and simultaneously appalling instruction: "If a strange man with a gun comes into your classroom, duck."
I am beyond heartsick. I feel somehow that the world is embracing despair, nihilism, death and violence as the only alternative. And, sorry folks, but it's the girls who are taking the brunt of it. That's how it feels to me today. So I offer this artless but heart-full reflection.
Judges 11:29-40
Come, my sisters, my brothers, and weep with me....
Weep for our lost daughters
Weep, my sisters, for the unnamed daughter of Jephthah
Jephthah the warrior,
Jephthah anointed by God's spirit,
Jephthah who vowed a vow that must be fulfilled
Jephthah vowed a sacrifice to God
Jephthah gambled away his daughter's life for a battle won
Out she came, his unnamed daughter,
Out she came singing, ready to celebrate her father's return,
And his vow turned to dust in his mouth
Weep, my sisters, weep with me
Weep for all the daughters who die, the unnamed girls who perish
Weep for those whose lives are gambled away
By cowardly legislators
By woman-hating rhetoric
By eternal, infernal images of grotesquerie and violence
Weep with me
Let your song turn to dust in your mouth
Let a custom arise in Israel, in Pennsylvania, in Montreal, in Colorado
Let the women and girls
And also the men and the boys
Set aside days in each year
In which they simply
Weep
Weep
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4 comments:
I just came across your blog from reading "Velveteen Rabbi." I hope your don't mind my sharing how much I was impressed by your writings.
As for "Weep With Me," in the face of such sorrow, perhaps the only balm is to know that our suffering is not alone.
I weep in the face of such violence as well. But I find it strangely comforting that I do still weep. That in the face of all of the violence and anger in our media and society, that basic humanity remains.
Thank you for your post and beautiful poetry.
Thanks Steve. My consistent line as a pastor and preacher (and in trying to chat myself through valley-days such as this) has been "God is with us in the sorrow." I believe that. I also believe there is tremendous comfort in our being with one another in the sorrow.
Blessings,
Mags
Sometimes it strikes me that, with all the hatred and divisiveness swirling around, perhaps our only commonality ends up being our sorrow.
This was beautiful, Mags. Thanks, and many blessings....
Thank you Suzer. I think your remark is very perceptive... sorrow was at the heart of the great US sense of unity in the immediate aftermath of 9/11. Too bad it was twisted into something else entirely and therefore squandered!
Blessings,
Mags
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