#BlogElul 16: Understand









Sometimes understanding comes readily
sometimes it takes work
sometimes there is no fathoming.
Faith cannot comfort
prayers do not heal
God is nowhere to be found.
Emptiness fills the soul.

Men pilot airplanes into buildings
people die – in the right place
at the wrong time
diners and waiters
executives and secretaries
managers and mail clerks
firefighters and police.

There is no understanding
men destroying lives and families
in the name of religion
kidnapping young girls
selling them into marriage
beheading hostages
and boasting.

There is no sense
in young people
throughout the world
flocking to be part of
random violence
power plays
acts of atrocity.

There is no absorbing
hearts hardening
on all sides
civilized and uncivilized
good and evil
right and wrong
visceral hatred.

There is no fathoming
easy use of stereotypes
by color/religion/sect

There is no grasping
why difference brings
disdain not delight
why God’s name brings
wars not prayers
why God does not step in
why we don’t.

I cannot make sense of things.
I do not understand.

I’ve decided to participate for the first time in #blogElul, which I have followed for a few years. I’ve never had the courage to get my feet wet – this year, I’m jumping into the deep end of the pool! Check out some of the amazing  themed posts geared around the work and joy of Elul – of introspection and reflection in the days leading to the High Holy Days (Organized by Ima Bima.) You can read last year’s and this year’s #blogElul posts via the Elul tag.

About armsakimbobook

I'm a mother, a lawyer, a feminist, a writer, a potter, and an inveterate and unapologetic New Yorker. My book, Arms Akimbo: A Journey of Healing, tells of my journey of healing over a number of years, learning to live a full life after I was molested by my father at a very young age. I live in Maynard, MA, with my wife and and our two moose-cats, Samson and Hercules. My daughter used to live with me part-time, but she's all grown up now and in her junior year of college, which I can't quite fathom, since she was born about five minutes ago...
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