“Blessed are You… who made miracles for our ancestors in bygone days during this season.” This is the second blessing recited by those who light Hanukkah lights; the single blessing recited by passersby who see and share the memory of freedom lighting the darkening street. May this be the time to turn our darkness into light!
The American Jewish poet and activist, Muriel Rukeyser taught in her poem that especially during dark times, we "turn to memory, we search all the days we had forgotten for a tradition that can support our arms in such a moment. If we are free people, so are we also in a sense free to choose our past, at every moment to choose the tradition we will bring to the future."
A cluster of lights at night:
faces before the pillar of fire. A child watching
while the sea breaks open. This night. The way in.
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