Women’s Wisdom

The guns are not silent,
      barking, spitting death at Your holy Jews.
The rockets fly into a bright blue sky,
      bringing destruction to Your holy land.
But rain, life-giving rain, does not fall.

Wrapped in fear, sorrow, bewilderment,
      Your people weep, asking what will be.
      Somebody, someone has to do something
           to stop the fighting, the killing.

The ground is hard and dry, weeping for water.
      The rain comes only in bits and snatches. Too little.
      Where is rain enough to nourish the parched land,
           to extinguish the gun and rocket fire?
 
Could it be that we do not know that You are our King?
Could it be that we do not obey You?
Could it be that we do not return to You?
     that we do not beg You to save us?
     that we say words without meaning, without tears?
                                   
Oh, please, Hashem, help us to repent, to come close You.
Open our lips so that we can cry out to You.
                                   
Silence the guns and rockets
     stop the killing
     convert our tears into rain
     end our dark exile.
                                               
We beg You. Save us, Your holy Jewish people.
Even though we are unworthy, have mercy on us. 
Hashem, save us.  Please.