Between Redemptions

Nov 2

Last week we were redeemed -

Gathered around our tables and sang our songs and ate the bread of our affliction until it transformed into the bread of our freedom

We had the freedom to ask our questions

To say ancient words of gratitude -

And at that moment, hopefully - dayeinu - it was, enough.

And This week - we return to the narrows

Or somewhere stuck in between

Between freedoms

Between redemptions

And I think of what it means for us to be between redemptions

Which, frankly is where we have spent the last 2000 years

Looking at one once-long ago redemption

Reaching yearning pulling towards another

and I wonder how we’ve kept reaching

Knowing there is no other option

Other than to hope

Other than to look at the water -

at my neck, over my head

And I take a breath, walk in, once again

Singing the waters away

Singing for resolve

Singing because I’d rather stop

Singing because its rhythm keeps me walking forward

Singing because I don’t want to be in between redemptions

I want to be redeemed - again.

And this time, all of us.

Min Hameitzar Karati Yah -

From the narrow places we call -

We are between the narrows -

Stuck between being written and sealed -