Merciful God will send us a full recovery
He will put infants back to sleep
He will turn back time
He will stop it at 6:28 a.m., Saturday, October 7, two thousand twenty-three, the holiday of
Simhat Tora,
He will keep the party going forever
He will make the great and white snow fall on the strip and around it
Merciful God will rebuild the trust lost in mercy
He will repair the broken fence
He will block the arc of missiles in his sky
Merciful God will let us say words like love again
Merciful God will remove the memories
And children will not know
All that is precious, dear, starry
Their lives, their eyes, their cheeks, their freckles
Are trembling under
A knife.
