Our tribe contains tribes.
Tribes forged by circumstance and cemented by our own choosing.
Prophets who once bowed before idols.
And artists who rebuked even prophets.
Monarchs who kept guard over a land.
And a People made humble by the wilderness.
However you belong.
However you came to be.
Know that you, too, are numerous as the stars of heaven.
And that whether you are hard as rock, soft as psalms
Or even as mysterious as a basket in the bulrushes
Your arc reveals our covenant.