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Someone enters the sanctuary, picks up the chair
thrown by the Rabbi,
places it gently with the others, a straight row
waiting for bodies.
Someone checks the doors of the ark,
makes sure they are secure as they guard
the holy Torah.
Someone looks up, sees the Ner Tamid,
the eternal light, still shining,
sets out candles and Kiddush cup for Shabbat.
Someone carefully unlocks the door
to let in congregants. Just a few men
and women, sitting together, hearts united.
.
The Rabbi stands on the bimah, says the blessing
over candles, adds the Shehecheyanu, thanking God
for the miracle of this day,
leads everyone in prayers of praise,
.
as doors are locked,
as armed guards patrol the grounds.
Copyright 2022 Valerie Bacharach
Curious as to why the word for ark is spelled arc.
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This was my spelling error. It should be ark.
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Thank you for catching this, Sister. I’ve corrected the spelling.
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Gentle and heartbreaking. Amazing courage of the rabbi and the writer.
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Sometimes there are heroes
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