I grew up going to services. A lot of services. I was adept at counting the ceiling tiles, reaching into the thousands as my grasp of numbers grew more sophisticated. The melodies became part of my life soundtrack; I hummed them as my mind wandered during the rabbi’s sermon.
Who shall live, and who shall die? During this season, it is a topic to which we give much thought.
I wondered recently about the patriarch Abraham’s Facebook page. Would he have posted selfies with Isaac? What would his page say about him? What do ours say about us?
This poem was written by a freelance writer, dreamer, and poet who is currently exploring the story of her Jewish ancestry and identity.