what is it to be redeemed … ?
what is it to stare at the dark skinned night
before the light comes on
swaying back and forth
from breaking point to breaking point
forsaking points
we’ve been making all along
i believe there's more
but i don't know what more looks like
i believe there is redemption
but i have no idea what it is to be redeemed
i just want to breathe deep and live out this screenplay
before the final scene plays
the one that only happens once I'm gone
for no one
no one
reads their last page.
for is this not our story … ?
our narrative
our off-broadway drama
act after act after act while curtains rise and fall on the same tattered tale
we bleed and laugh and cry and pray
and walk away
only to be brought back again
when something changes
something tips
something falls/se and once again
we are sure there is only One
no one knows if they're actually alive
but faith itself is an act of redemption
and while we can't be sure there's even One
we're often sure
there’s only One
what are we hoping for when we say
next year in Jerusalem … ?
next year
as if we all somehow converged on this contested plot of birthrights and walls
as if some redemption would be found
it's about our own Jerusalem
our own internal wall filled with crumpled paper notes and wounded dreams
it's our own redemption
it's a prayer
next year
may we know more than we know now
may we see ourselves more clearly
than we do through this dirty, foggy lens
that we try so hard to keep clean
perhaps we were once delivered from mitzrayim
perhaps, somehow, each of us is there still
dutifully wandering the same path for years
until something, some truth
comes clear
whatever that truth is, it's right here
right in front of our eyes
i believe this can be, if we are ready to be this
let this be our year
this year
closer to ourselves
this year
in Jerusalem
