Once clear, smooth, perfect.
Protecting the store, the home,
the eyes.
I am the glass.
Shattered now, broken, sharp,
dangerous.
I am the book.
Once a source of peoplehood,
philosophy and learning.
Inspiring the spirit, the mind,
the person.
I am the book.
Burning now in a flame of hate.
A precursor to the fate of a
community.
I am the synagogue.
Once the house of learning,
the house of prayer, the house of
gathering.
I am the synagogue.
Aflame now, the end of
an era of safety in Europe.
I am the rabbi.
Once a teacher, a leader,
a dignified transmitter of Torah.
I am the rabbi.
Humiliated now on the streets
of Germany.
Forced to choose between
desecrating the Torah
and surviving the night.
I am the child.
Once carefree and innocent,
Laughing, playing, free.
I am the child.
Terrified now as they take
my father away
Shaken by an evil in this night.
I am the glass.
Repaired now by a People
that will never give in.
A window into a future of hope,
of goodness and peace.
I am the glass.
Rabbi Karen Bender is at Temple Judea in Tarzana, CA.
One reply on “I Am the Glass: A Reading for Yom HaShoah”
I am a rabbi who posted your poem on my facebook page in appreciation of your efforts in the style of hannah Senesh z”l