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In this world of endless possibilities, Some things are not to be, A voiceless answer to my prayers, An echo of the sounds of creation A tree uprooted then replanted The sun tracing a path backward Across the vast hollow horizon. | |
Some things are not to be, The baby that grew tenderly within Gone now, leaving whispers and flutters A trail of tears, a mountain-top loneliness Born from wind and salt and clay. | |
The body remembers with neural connections Woven together to embrace me, remind me You were once here A frail silvery thread connected You ever so tentatively to me. | |
It frayed as the twilight unfolded The world of endless possibilities Offered one more thing, not to be: This loss I wanted to refuse, The silver thread needs mending Frail yes, but you were once here. | |
Not in full form, not in full color Not full of spirit nor body And yet something of you lingers. You belong to the twilight, You dwell in the whispers, You echo in my holy tears. |
“Things that are not to be,” a prayer-poem by Rabbi Hanna Yerushalmi (LGPC) in the event of a pregnancy loss was first published in Mishkan R’fuah: Where Healing Resides (CCAR 2013), p. 49-50.
“Things That Are Not To Be, a prayer-poem in the event of a pregnancy loss by Rabbi Hanna Yerushalmi (LGPC)” is shared through the Open Siddur Project with a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International copyleft license.
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