Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah

Photo: Mel Alexenberg

11 February 2017

f"ryz ha¨ W§ A¦ e"h

SING Niggun

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miy¨ ¦ p zFnk§ g© / Blessing for Fringes text compiled by Rabbi Sue Levi Elwell, music by Juliet Spitzer Hochmot nashim banta veyta Bo-u sha’areyha betoda chatzeroteyha bit’hila

Dzi ¨ a¥ dz§ ¨ pA¨ miy¨ ¦ p zFnk§ g© dcFz ¨ A§ di ¨ x¥r¨ y§ E`ŸA dl¨ d¦ z§ A¦ di ¨ zŸ ¥ xv¥ g©

Women’s wisdom has built Her house (Proverbs 14:1) Let us come into Her gates with thanks, Her courtyard with praise (Psalms 100:4) ALL Blessing for Pursuing Justice

Epz¨ § ev¦ e§ di ¨ zF ¥ v§ n¦ A§ Epz§ y ¨ c§ w¦ xW£ ¤ ` mlFr ¨ d¨ gEx © EpiMFzA§ d¨pik¦ y§ Y§ `© dkEx ¨ A§ wc¤ ¤v sŸcx§l¦ B’rucha at Shekhinah, b’tocheynu, ruach ha’olam, asher kidshatnu b’mitzvoteha v’tzivatnu lirdof tzedek Blessed are you, Shekhinah, who is within us, spirit of the world, who infuses our lives with holiness and commands us to pursue justice CALL AND RESPONSE

Wc¨g¨ xiW/ Blessing for New Songs Dorshei Derekh Women's Haftorah Group Bruchah At Yah, Simchat Ha-olam, asher m’oreret rucheinu la-shir shir chadash

mlFr ¨ d¨ zg© n§ U¦ D¨i Y§ `© dkEx ¨ A§ zx¤xF` ¤ n§ xW£ ¤` .Wc¨g¨ xiW¦ xiW¦ l© EpigEx ¥

Blessed are You, Yah, Joy of the Universe, who awakens our spirits that we may sing a new song.

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QUIETLY

mia¦ w¨ p§ mia¦ w¨ p§ Fa `x¨aE ¨ dn¨ k§ g¨ A§ mc¨`¨ d¨ z`¤ x©vi¨ xW£ ¤ ` mi¦ig© d© or¥ z`¤ jx¥a¨ p§ mz¥ Q¦ ¨ i F` md¤ n¥ cg¨ `¤ g© z¥ R¦ ¨ i m`¦ W ¤ jcFa ¥ k§ `Q¥ k¦ i¥ptl¦ rEc¨ © ie§ iEl¨b .milEl ¦ g© milEl ¦ g© .Li¤pt¨ l§ cFnr© l© e§ m¥iw© z§ d¦ l§ xW ¨ t§ `¤ i`¦ md¤ n¥ cg¨ `¤ .zFUr© l© `il¦ t§ nE © xU ¨ A¨ lk¨ `tFx ¥ dedi dY¨ `© KExA¨ N’varech et ein hachayim asher yatzar et ha’adam bechochmah uvara vo nekavim nekavim chalumim chalulim. Galuwi veyadu’a lifney chisey chevodeich she’im yipate’ach echad mehem o yisatem echad mehem i efshar lehitkayem vela’amod lefanecha. Baruch ata Yah rofey chol basar umafli la’asot. ALL Let us bless the source of life, who shaped the human being with wisdom, making for us all the openings and vessels of the body. It is revealed and known before your Throne of Glory that if one of these passage-ways be open when it should be closed, or blocked up when it should be free, one could not stay alive or stand before you. Blessed are You, Miraculous, the wondrous healer of all flesh. FRINGES Queen’s Attitude as It Bears Upon the Matter: The Three of Cups (excerpt) Marge Piercy Taste what is in your mouth, if it is water, still taste it. Wash out the cups of your fingers, clean your eyes with new tears for your sister. We are not worse revolutionaries if we remember that the universe itself pulses like a heart; that the blood dances within us; that joy is a power treading with hoofs and talons on our flimsy bodies; that water flows and fire leaps and the land gives strength if you build on it with respect, if you dance on it with vigor, if you put seeds in with care and give back what is left over; that a ritual of unity makes some of what it pretends; that every thing is a part of something else.

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LISTEN It is my love Susan Griffin It is my love I hold back hide not wanting to be seen scrawl of hand writing don’t guess don’t guess at my passion a wholly wild and raging love for this world.

ALL Alicia Ostriker/Elliott batTzedek And so we gather together in our same old task— together and only together, we gather grief like straw, spin it into praise

BREATHE TOGETHER

SING

Elc¨§ B dn© / Mah Gadlu .Li«zŸ ¤ aW§ g§ n© Ewn§ r¨ cŸ`n§ ,¨ii§ Li«U ¤ r£ n© Elc¨§ B dn© Mah gadlu, ma’asecha YAH, m’od amku mach’sh’votecha

How great are your works, Yah, how deep are your thoughts

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Every morning the world is created Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branchesand the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your nature to be happy you will swim away along the soft trails for hours, your imagination alighting everywhere.

And if your spirit carries with it the thorn that is heavier than leadif it’s all you can do to keep on trudgingthere is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wantedeach pond with its blazing lilies is a prayer heard and answered lavishly, every morning, whether or not you have ever dared to be happy, whether or not you have ever dared to pray.

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i©Ig© zn© W¦ § p/ Morning Blessing Marcia Falk Nishmat hayay t'vareykh v'kerev libi yashir Kol od n'shamah b'kirbi modah/modeh ani

:xW¨ ¦ i iA¦ l¦ ax¤w¤ e§ Jx¥a¨ Y§ i©Ig© zn© W¦ §p iA¦ x§w¦ A§ dn¨ W§ ¨ p cFr lM¨ ip¦ ` £ dcFn\D ¤ cFn ¨

The soul of my life will bless, and the innermost part of my heart will sing. As long as breath is in my innermost being, I give thanks.

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LISTEN You are who I love (Part One) Aracelis Girmay You, selling roses out of a silver grocery cart You, in the park, feeding the pigeons You cheering for the bees You with cats in your voice in the morning, feeding cats You protecting the river You are who I love delivering babies, nursing the sick You with henna on your feet and a gold star in your nose You taking your medicine, reading the magazines You dancing in the kitchen, on the sidewalk, in the subway waiting for the train because Stevie Wonder, Héctor Lavoe, La Lupe You stirring the pot of beans, you, washing your father’s feet You are who I love, you reciting Darwish, then June Feeding your heart, teaching your parents how to do The Dougie, counting to 10, reading your patients’ charts You looking into the faces of young people as they pass, smiling and saying, Alright! which, they know it, means I see you, Family. I love you. Keep on. SING

`ipir iiprl iprc ,iprc `pngx Rachamana de’anei, de’anei le’aniyey aneina

`ipir `ipir ,`al ixiazl ,iprc `pngx Rachamana de’anei, lit’virey liba, aneina, aneina Merciful One, who answers the poor, answer us Merciful One, who answers the brokenhearted, answer us 5

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ALL Alicia Ostriker/Elliott batTzedek And so we gather together in our same old task— together and only together, we gather grief like straw, spin it into praise FRINGES from Gregory Orr Ask the tree or the house; Ask the rose or the fire Hydrant - everything’s Waiting for you to notice. Everything’s waiting for you To wrap your heart around it. That music has been playing Since you were born. You must be mad to resist it. Always the beloved Surrounds us, Eager to dance. All we have to do is ask

SING Heartsong

LISTEN The Thing Is Ellen Bass to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obscenity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.

Listen listen to my heart’s song (2x) I will never forget you, I will never forsake you (2x)

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LISTEN You are who I love (Part Two) Aracelis Girmay You are who I love, changing policies, standing in line for water, stocking the food pantries, making a meal You are who I love, writing letters, calling the senators, you who, with the seconds of your body (with your time here), arrive on buses, on trains, in cars, by foot to stand in the January streets against the cool and brutal offices, saying: YOUR CRUELTY DOES NOT SPEAK FOR ME You are who I love, you struggling to see You struggling to love or find a question You better than me, you kinder and so blistering with anger, you are who I love, standing in the wind, salvaging the umbrellas, graduating from school, wearing holes in your shoes You are who I love weeping or touching the faces of the weeping You who did and did not survive You who cleaned the kitchens You who built the railroad tracks and roads You who replanted the trees, listening to the work of squirrels and birds, you are who I love You whose blood was taken, whose hands and lives were taken, with or without your saying Yes, I mean to give. You are who I love. SING Ahavah rabah

EpY¨ a§ d£ © ` dA¨ x© da£ ¨ d`© Ahavah rabah ahav’tanu With a great love you love us

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LISTEN from Declaration of Inter-dependence Richard Blanco We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor… We’re the living who light vigil candles and the cop who didn’t shoot. We’re the inmate with his volunteer teacher diagraming sentences, the Buddhist alongside the stockbroker serving soup at a shelter. We’re the grandfather taking a selfie with his grandson and his husband, the widow’s fifty cents in the collection plate and the golfer’s ten-thousand-dollar pledge for a cure. We hold these truths to be self-evident… We’re them. They’re you. You’re me. We’re us: a handshake, a smile good morning on the bus, a door held open, a seat we give up on the subway. We tend restrooms or sell art, make huevos rancheros or herbed salmon, run for mayor or restock shelves, work a backhoe or write poems. We’re a poem in progress. When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people… to fulfill the promise of being one people, necessary to abolish any government that becomes destructive of these ends, necessary to dissolve the political bans that keep us from speaking to each other, necessary to avow our interdependence, to look straight into each other’s eyes the way we behold the moon, and declare to one another: I see you. I see you. I see you.

SING

d¨i zx¨n§ f¦ e§ if¦ r¨

/ Ozi V’zimrat Yah

Shefa Gold

drEyi ¨ l¦ ili ¦ d§ ¦ ie© d¨i zx¨n§ f¦ e§ if¦ r¨ Ozi v’zimrat Yah va’y’hi li lishuah My strength and my God-song will be for me salvation

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LISTEN Psalm #101 Jane Weprin-Menzi I will sing of steadfast love and justice; For all I will make music. I will search for the path that is blameless. Oh, I will search within my heart for the divine. I will keep integrity within my house. I will surround myself with the worthwhile. I will sing to those who seem to fall away. I will sing to their perverse heart; I will fiercely whisper down their evil. I will love the slanderer; I will love the haughty; I will love the arrogant. They will turn; their evil will not endure. I will embrace the deceitful— I will stifle their lies against my breast. Day by day I will expunge wickedness Leaving purged souls to take up my song. Day by day all humankind will dwell in sacredness. ALL Alicia Ostriker/Elliott batTzedek And so we gather together in our same old task— together and only together, we gather grief like straw, spin it into praise 9

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FRINGES Let Them Not Say Jane Hirshfield Let them not say: we did not see it. We saw.   Let them not say: we did not hear it. We heard.   Let them not say: they did not taste it. We ate, we trembled.   Let them not say: it was not spoken, not written. We spoke, we witnessed with voices and hands.   Let them not say: they did nothing. We did not-enough.   Let them say, as they must say something:   A kerosene beauty. It burned.   Let them say we warmed ourselves by it, read by its light, praised, and it burned.

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LISTEN from To Love Is Alicia Ostriker iii. To love is To desire the liberty Of the one loved And if I have desired From my first moments of sentience When I recognized that I ardently loved the world The balanced radiance of its good and evil And wanted to help Unlock it to become More and more itself More and more alive --What then? As I grow older the evil seems Uglier Denser, more strangely skewed And myself weaker. Still I have my original loyalty My memory

SING

epilr `l/ Lo Aleynu Lyrics drawn from Pirkei Avot Music by Karen Escovitz

,xFnb§ l¦ dk¨ `§ l¨ n§ d¨ Epil¥ r¨ `Ÿl lh¥ a¨ d¦ l§ oixFg ¦ i¥pA/zFp § A¨ Ep`¨ `ŸlE§ d¨pn¤ n¦ Lo aleiynu ham’lacha ligmor, v’lo anu b’not/b’nei chorin l’hibateil mimena.... It is not upon us to complete the work, neither are we free to desist from it....

I have my task What matter if I can Never accomplish it.

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LISTEN You are who I love (part three) Aracelis Girmay You are who I love, crossing the desert and trying to cross the desert You are who I love, working the shifts to buy books, rice, tomatoes, bathing your children as you listen to the lecture, heating the kitchen with the oven, up early, up late You are who I love, learning English, learning Spanish, drawing flowers on your hand with a ballpoint pen, taking the bus home You are who I love, speaking plainly about your pain, sucking your teeth at the airport terminal television every time the politicians say something that offends your sense of decency, of thought, which is often You are who I love, throwing your hands up in agony or disbelief, shaking your head, arguing back, out loud or inside of yourself, holding close your incredulity which, yes, too, I love I love your working heart, how each of its gestures, tiny or big, stand beside my own agony, building a forest there How “Fuck you” becomes a love song You are who I love, carrying the signs, packing the lunches, with the rain on your face You at the edges and shores, in the rooms of quiet, in the rooms of shouting, in the airport terminal, at the bus depot saying “No!” and each of us looking out from the gorgeous unlikelihood of our lives at all, finding ourselves here, witnesses to each other’s tenderness, which, this moment, is fury, is rage, which, this moment, is another way of saying: You are who I love You are who I love You and you and you are who

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SING We Rise Batya Levine

(Chorus)

We rise... humbly hearted Rise... we won't be divided Rise...with spirit to guide us Rise! Chorus: In hope, in prayer, we find ourselves here In hope, in prayer, we're right here! (2x)

We rise, up from the wreckage Rise, with tears and with courage Rise, fighting for life Rise! (Chorus) We rise... humbly hearted Rise... we won't be divided Rise...with spirit to guide us Rise!

We rise, all of the children Rise, elders with wisdom Rise, ancestor surround us Rise!

CALL AND RESPONSE

Ekx§A¨ / Bar’khu Marcia Falk LEADER: GROUP:

As we bless the source of life, so we are blessed. As we bless the source of life, so we are blessed.

LEADER:

Bar’khu et eyn hachayim

GROUP:

N’vareykh et eyn hachayim v’khoh nitbareykh.

LEADER: N’vareykh et eyn hachayim v’khoh nitbareykh.

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mi¦ig© d© oir¥ z`¤ Ekx§A¨ mi¦ig© d© oir¥ z`¤ jx¥a¨ p§ .Kx¥A¨ z¦ § p dŸke§ mi¦ig© d© oir¥ z`¤ jx¥a¨ p§ .Kx¥A¨ z¦ § p dŸke§

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CALL AND RESPONSE If Not Rabbi Hillel, Adrienne Rich z”l, Dane Kuttler If I am not for myself who is for me? If I am only for myself what am I? If not now then when? If not with others then how? If not here then where? ALL

dxi¨ v§ ¦ i lM¨ xFwn§ / Blessing of Creation [This is what was bequeathed to us] Gregory Orr This is what was bequeathed us: This earth the beloved left And, leaving, Left to us. No other world But this one: Willows and the river And the factory With its black smokestacks.

SING

dn¨ W§ ¨ pd© lŸM/ Kol Haneshamah .

.D¨iEll¦ d© .D¨i ll¥ d© Y§ dn¨ W§ ¨ pd© lŸM

Kol haneshama tehalel yah. Halleluyah All the soul will praise Yah. Hallelu Yah!

No other shore, only this bank On which the living gather. No meaning but what we find here. No purpose but what we make. That, and the beloved’s clear instructions: Turn me into song; sing me awake. 13

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dxFY ¨ ix¥a§ C¦ / Blessing of Revelation A Ritual for Blessing Our Wins and Our Losses from Marge Piercy, “The Art of Blessing the Day” (each member briefly shares a recent political loss or setback) All: This is the blessing for a political loss: The discipline of blessings is to taste each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet and the salty, and be glad for what does not hurt. What we want to change we curse and then pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can with eyes and hands and tongue. If you can’t bless it, get ready to make it new. (each member briefly shares a recent political victory) All: This is the blessing for a political victory: Although I shall not forget that things work in increments and epicycles and sometime leaps that half the time fall back down, let’s not relinquish dancing while the music fits into our hips and bounces our heels. We must never forget, pleasure is real as pain. SING Morning after election song Melanie DeMore Chorus: You gotta put one foot in front of the other and lead with love Put one foot in front of the other and lead with love Don’t give up hope You’re not alone Don’t you give up Keep moving on 14

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Lift up your eyes Don’t you despair Look up ahead The path is there I know you’re scared And I’m scared too But here I am Right next to you

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CALL AND REPONSE

dA¨ x© da£ ¨ d`© / Gatherings Elliott Femynye batTzedek Gather your strengths and gather your failures Gather your kin and gather your strangers Gather what you love and what you fear Gather what you have lost and what you have yet to find Find the courage to proclaim “All we gather is sacred”

rn© W§ / Sh’ma Ariadne Joy Lieber

zg¨ `© d¨pi¦kW§ § d Epi¥Ax¦ §wA§ d¨pi¦kW§ § d l`¥ x¨V¦ § i rn© W§ Sh’ma Yisrael, ha-Shekhinah b’Kirbainu ha-Shekhinah Ahat Listen, Israel, the Shekhina is in our inmost being, the Shekhina is one

cr¨ ¤ e mlFr ¨ l§ FzEkl§ n© cFaM§ mW ¥ KExA¨ Baruch shem kevod malchuto le’olam va’ed. ALL

Y§ a§ d© `¨ e§/ V’ahavet mix¦a¨ C§ d© Eid¨ e§ .KcŸ¥`n§ lk¨ aE § ,KW ¥ t© § p lk¨ aE § Ka¥ a¨ l§ lk¨ A§ ,K¦idŸl © ` ¡ i¨i§ z`¥ Y§ a§ d© `¨ e§ Y§ x§A© c¦ e§ ,K¦ip© a¨ lE § K¦izŸ © pa§ l¦ miY§ ¦ pP© W¦ e§ .Ka¥ a¨ l§ lr© ,mFId© Kz¨ ¥ Ev© n§ ikŸ¦ p`¨ xW£ ¤ ` ,dN« ¤ `¥ d¨ lr© zF`l§ miY¦ x§W © wE § .KnEw ¥ aE § ,Kz¥ k§ W ¨ aE § ,Kx¤C«¤A© Kz¥ k§ l¤ aE § ,Kzi ¥ a¥ A§ KY¥ a§ W¦ A§ ,mA¨ .K¦ix©r¨ W§ aE ¦ Kzi ¥ A¥ zFfªfn§ lr© miY¦ a§ z© kE § .Ki©pir¥ oiA¥ zŸthŸ¨ hl§ Eid¨ e§ ,Kc¨ ¥i

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V’ahavet et adonay elohay’ich b’chol l’vavech uv’kol naf’shech uv’kol m’odech. V’hayu hadevarim ha’eleh asher anochi m’tzavatech hayom, al l’vavech. V’shinantim livnotayich ul’vanayich, v’dibaret bam, b’shiv’tech b’vaytech, uv’lech’tech baderech, uv’shach’tech, uv’komech. Uk’shartim l’ot al yadeych, v’hayu l’totafot bayn eynay’ich. Uch’tav’tim al m’zuzot baytech uvish’aray’ich. LISTEN/ALL

mlFr ¨ oETY¦ xFwn§ / Blessing of Redemption V'ahavta Aurora Levins Morales Say these words when you lie down and when you rise up, when you go out and when you return. In times of mourning and in times of joy. Inscribe them on your doorposts, embroider them on your garments, tattoo them on your shoulders, teach them to your children, your neighbors, your enemies, recite them in your sleep, here in the cruel shadow of empire: ALL: Another world is possible. Thus spoke the prophet Roque Dalton: All together they have more death than we, but all together, we have more life than they. There is more bloody death in their hands than we could ever wield, unless we lay down our souls to become them, and then we will lose everything. So instead, imagine winning. This is your sacred task. This is your power. Imagine every detail of winning, the exact smell of the summer streets in which no one has been shot, the muscles you have never unclenched from worry, gone soft as newborn skin, the sparkling taste of food when we know that no one on earth is hungry, that the beggars are fed, that the old man under the bridge and the woman wrapping herself in thin sheets in the back seat of a car, and the children who suck on stones, nest under a flock of roofs that keep multiplying their shelter. 16

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Lean with all your being towards that day when the poor of the world shake down a rain of good fortune out of the heavy clouds, and justice rolls down like waters. ALL: Defend the world in which we win as if it were your child. It is your child. Defend it as if it were your lover. It is your lover. When you inhale and when you exhale breathe the possibility of another world into the 37.2 trillion cells of your body until it shines with hope. Then imagine more. Imagine rape is unimaginable. Imagine war is a scarcely credible rumor That the crimes of our age, the grotesque inhumanities of greed, the sheer and astounding shamelessness of it, the vast fortunes made by stealing lives, the horrible normalcy it came to have, is unimaginable to our heirs, the generations of the free. ALL: Don’t waver. Don’t let despair sink its sharp teeth Into the throat with which you sing. Escalate your dreams. Make them burn so fiercely that you can follow them down any dark alleyway of history and not lose your way. Make them burn clear as a starry drinking gourd Over the grim fog of exhaustion, and keep walking. Hold hands. Share water. Keep imagining. So that we, and the children of our children’s children may live. SING

oFvx¨l§ Eid¦ §i

/ Yihiyu L’ratzon

.il¦ ` £ Fbe§ ixEv ¦ i¨i§ ,Li«¤pt¨ l§ iA¦ l¦ oFib§ d¤ e§ it¦ ix¥n§ `¦ oFvx¨l§ Eid¦ §i Yihiyu l’ratzon imrei fi, v’hegyon libi l’fanecha Adonai tsuri v’goali. May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable to you, Yah, my rock and my redeemer.

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ALL

dci ¨ n¦ r£ / Amidah: on our feet we speak to you Marge Piercy / [Elliott batTzedek] We rise to speak a web of bodies aligned like notes of music 1. Bless what brought us through the sea and the fire; we are caught in history like whales in polar ice. Yet you have taught us to push against the walls, to reach out and pull each other along, to strive to find the way through if there is no way around, to go on. To utter ourselves with every breath against the constriction of fear, to know ourselves as the body born from Abraham and Sarah, born out of rock and desert. We reach back through two hundred arches of hips long dust, carrying their memories inside us to live again in our life, Isaac and Rebecca, Rachel, Jacob, Leah, [Bilhah, Zilpah]. We say words shaped by ancient use like steps worn into rock. QUIETLY 2. Bless the quiet of sleep easing over the ravaged body, who quiets the troubled waters of the mind to a pool in which shines the placid broad face of the moon. Bless the teaching of how to open in love so all the doors and windows of the body swing wide on their rusty hinges and we give ourselves with both hands.

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Bless what stirs in us compassion for the hunger of the chickadee in the storm starving for seeds we can carry out, the wounded cat wailing in the alley, what shows us our face in a stranger, who teaches us what we clutch shrivels but what we give goes off in the world carrying bread to people not yet born. Bless the gift of memory that breaks unbidden, released from a flower or a cup of tea so the dead move like rain through the room. Bless what forces us to invent goodness every morning and what never frees us from the cost of knowledge, which is to act on what we know again and again. 3. All living are one and holy, let us remember as we eat, as we work, as we walk and drive. All living are one and holy we must make ourselves worthy. We must act out justice and mercy and healing as the sun rises and as the sun sets, as the moon rises and the stars wheel above us, we must repair goodness. We must praise the power of the one that joins us. Whether we plunge in and thrust ourselves far out finally we reach the face of glory too bright for our eyes and yet we burn and we too give light. We will try to be holy, We will try to repair the world given to us to hand on. Precious is this treasure of words and knowledge and deeds, that moves inside us.

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Holy is the hand that works for peace and for justice, holy is the mouth that speaks for goodness holy is the foot that walks towards mercy. Let us lift each other on our shoulders and carry each other along. Let holiness move in us. Let us pay attention to its small voice. Let us see the light in others and honor that light. Remember the dead who paid our way here dearly, dearly and remember the unborn for whom we build our houses. Praise the light that shines before us, through us, after us, Amen.

SING

mFlW ¨ dUFr ¤ /Osah Shalom:She who makes peace Holly Taya Shere Osah shalom bimromayha hi ta’aseh shalom aleynu

di © nFx ¨ n§ A¦ mFlW ¨ dUFr ¨ Epil¥ r¨ mFlW ¨ dU ¤ r© z© `id¦

May She who makes peace shine peace on all of us

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dxFz ¨ ix¥a§ c¦ / Words of Torah Blessing Before Torah Reading Dorshei Derekh Women's Haftorah Group

miA¦ x¨ min¦ g© x©A§ mi¦ig-m¦ © in© n¦ dxFz ¨ ix¥a§ c¦ dWFn ¨ xW ¥ `© mi¦ig© d© oir¥ D¨i Y§ `© dkEx ¨ A§ Bruchah At Yah, ein ha-chayim, asher moshah divrei Torah mi-mayim chayim b’rachamim rabim. Blessed are you, Yah, Source of Life, who with abundant compassion draws words of Torah from living waters.

SING

`¨p l`¥ `¨p`¨ / Prayers for Healing Ana el na r’fah na lah/loh

dŸl/dl¨ `¨p `t¨ x§ `¨p l`¥ `¨p`¨

Please God please heal her/him.

Closing of Torah Study

EpiA¥ l¦ lFw zr© nFW ¨ e§ Epil¥ `¥ al¥ dn© U ¨ xW£ ¤ ` mlFr ¨ d¨ al¥ EpidŸl ¥ ` ¡ D¨i Y§ `© dkEx ¨ A§ dw¨ c¨ dn¨ n¨ c§ lFw rn© W¦ ¨ ie§ Epil¥ r¨ in£ ¦ gx© Bruchah At Yah, Eloheinu Lev Ha-olam, asher samah lev eileinu v’shoma’at kol libeinu; rachami aleinu v’yishama kol d’mamah dakah Blessed are You, Yah our God, Heart of the Universe, who attends to us and hears the voice of our hearts; have compassion on us and make audible the still, small voice.

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Epil¥ r¨ / Aleynu L’shabey’akh: It Is Ours to Praise Marcia Falk It is ours to praise the beauty of the world even as we discern the torn world. For nothing is whole that is not first rent and out of the torn we make whole again. May we live with promise in creation’s lap, redemption budding in our hands.

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ALL Mourner’s Kaddish Elliott batTzedek So often am I lost, yet through the pall, yet through the tarnish, show me the way back, through my betrayals, my dismay, my heart’s leak, my mind’s sway, eyes’ broken glow, groan of the soul—which convey all that isn’t real, for every soul to These Hands careen. And let us say, amen. Say you will show me the way back, my Rock, my Alarm. Lead the way, Oh my Yah And yet in shock and yet in shame and yet in awe and yet to roam and yet to stay and yet right here and yet away and yet —“Halleluyah!” my heartbeat speaks, for You live in all this murk and too in the clear and too in our wreckage. You are the mirror of our souls, let us say: amen Life may harm me, rob me, ream me raw, try me, even slay me Over all You will prevail. And let us say: Amen Say You shall loan me a tomorrow, Say You shall loan another day to all who are called Yisrael and all called Yishmael and all called We and They, and let us say, Amen

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mlFr ¨ oFc£` / Adon Olam She Carries Me Jennifer Berezan She is a boat, she is a light High on a hill in dark of night. She is a wave, she is the deep. She is the dark where angels sleep. When all is still and peace abides She carries me to the other side. She carries me, she carries me, She carries me to the other side. And though I walk through valleys deep, And shadows chase me in my sleep, On rocky cliffs I stand alone; I have no name, I have no home. With broken wings I reach to fly; She carries me to the other side. She carries me, she carries me, She carries me to the other side. A thousand arms, a thousand eyes, A thousand ears to hear my cries. She is the gate, she is the door; She leads me through and back once more. When day has dawned and death is nigh, She carries me to the other side. She carries me, she carries me, She carries me to the other side. She is the first, she is the last, She is the future and the past. Mother of all, of earth and sky, She carries me to the other side. She carries me, she carries me She carries me to the other side. She carries me, she carries me, She carries me to the other side.

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