"The Lord has trampled all my heroes in my midst; He proclaimed a set time (Moed) against me to crush my young men. As in a winepress the Lord has trodden the maiden daughter of Judah"
(Eichah--Lamentations 1:15)
"We do not say Tachanun on the 9th of Av, nor do we fall on our faces, for it is called Moed"
(Shulchan Aruch Orach Chayim 559:4)
may this be the last tisha b'av of mourning.
-zj
“moed”
by zenjew
On the
Birthday
Of one who will save
I pray for myself.
I don’t invoke the thirteen attributes
There can be no mercy
I don’t pray for all those
Cattle cars of
Raped women
And their boiling blood
Crying out for their
Already broiled
Children
There can be no mercy
I pray for myself
I’m scared for myself.
Too weary to clean
Too desperate to eat
Too anxious to sit
I skip Tachanun
In anticipation of the
Birthday
Of one who will save.
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5 comments:
why cant there be mercy?
Dark and hopeful at the same time... perfect!
anon--i'm interested in the split themes of the day--its a day of mourning, a day of judgment when there was no mercy--and we don't even say selichot to appeal for mercy. and, somehow, the salvation of the day comes about on its own--its a moed somehow, and its the birthday of meshiach. and for that reason, we dont say tachanun. (and you could look at not saying tachanun as also not being *able* to appeal for mercy)
fg-right on.
Excellent work. Very moving.
Didn't know you were back yet. Nice poem.
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