To the Victims of Katrina

To the Victims of Katrina

If this synagogue could open her doors
Wide as mountain pass…
If this synagogue could open her sanctuary
Wide as a superdome…
If this synagogue could open her mouth,
She’d sing out to her human family:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I raise my eternal lamp
To guide you to my door…
I have soft mats for you to sleep on,
Strong shoulders for you to weep on,
Kind words for you to keep on
Believing in yourself…”
This synagogue will open her heart
Wide as the arc of the covenant,
A torrent of empathy and love,
A white winged, olive bearing dove.
May our support be evidence of hope.
May our empathy lead loved ones to cope.
May our love be wings with shelter beneath.
May our tears wash, soothe and soften the grief.

Rabbi Zoë Klein