I’ve detached myself from all I deemed most dear
That I might all the better understand you,
Your final moment of my unbecoming, when
That weary stillness takes us both in hand.
So many words that still are left unsaid,
So much sorrow unresolved awaits your nod,
A fleeting smile quicksilvers on my lips –
I rise and stammer, “Ready, I am ready, G-d.”
(Rachel Korn)
More Poetry from Rachel Korn:
- Job (Rachel Korn Poems)
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- Generations (For My Daughter) (Rachel Korn Poems)
- Passover Eve (Rachel Korn Poems)
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