Rosh Chodesh Cheshvan – To Rachel
Poem
By Rabbi Sheila Peltz Weinberg
Who am I to weep at a
supposed grave of a
dead ancestor?
Yet tears fall–thick and sweet–at your
blue velvet bier,
beloved Rachel,
While outside
boy soldiers, in green
stand guard.
Tears for them
And for me
A great flowing river of tears.
Yours, Rachel, remembered
for so long
And mine, still fresh,
Mix,
And overflow,
For a moment,
The dry banks
Of separation.
