Chaos more familiar than order.
Can we tell a story, any story, to make sense
of what we know?
Once there were many Jews. Every age and inclination.
Some beautiful. Some not. Miriam to Moses.
All in Egypt eating ful.
Some dreamt a different life.
Most thought theirs was ok enough.
Comfort. Predictability. Routine.
What happened next: two sides to every story.
History is full of unfathomable wrongs.
Sometimes heroes lead us from evil. We search out
feasible explanations. What and why.
Hard to accept that so much
can never be understood. No matter
what songs we know what books we read.
Age and circumstance tell our stories.
What saves us in the end? How can we cross
our own Red Seas? Do we accept
what we can never know?
Can we eat a good meal, with people we do and do not love?
PS
Matthew Septimus and I collaborated on non-prayer prayers
for Jewish holidays for On Being. He took amazing photographs
and I wrote some poems. They’re all on the On Being Site.
Some of them are HERE
https://onbeing.org/author/esther-cohen/
So much can never be understood. I like your approach to the Passover story. Gathering with friends remembering stories talking to each other loving