I continued to shul , seeking comfort among fellow sufferers God had gone missing . As Torah was read , I saw the yad , point itself as if in accusation , Upward , toward a cloud moving quickly away .
Now , approaching Tisha B ’ Av , another horror ’ s appended to the litany . I wish to void the contract and divest of the devilish covenant that binds forever to stories of dysfunctional families and unending torture . The Exodus of which we ’ re enjoined to retell ,
Was our undoing . We ’ ve never been free
Yesterday , I chose new clothing for Rosh Hashanah But on Yom Kippur , as I repent , I will listen for God to do the same .
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