Poetry By
Rissa Johnson
Published on: 8/21/2015
Sonnet 36: Ivrim
Your only daughter is drowning, HaShem, My husband stands behind me on the shore, On the other, I glimpse Your grace and more, But I don't know how to reconcile them. I am meant to be one of the Ivrim, Fording mighty rivers, one who crosses, But whichever course I set risks losses, And each delay draws me further downstream. Trapped between love and awe, how can I choose? Why show me a gate I can't walk through? Why offer us a future I can't share? Each way I turn, shows me something I lose, Each step forward is one I can't undo, To be here, I must first return from there.
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