Kaddish

  For the sake of those for whom there is no one left to recite 

 

The mourners within me rise 

for the sake of the forgotten, 

for the sake of the slaughter, for the sake 

of the wounding, 

the broken, the grief. 

In the name of the blessed,

in the name of the lost, in the name 

of the armed, the fallen, the thief. 

In honor of the stunned, in honor of exile, 

in honor of the silenced, darkness, 

the word. May it come to be 

in our lifetimes, 

rise from our bodies, 

rain on our dryness, 

sprout from our dust. 

 

May blessings 

sound from the cities, 

our bullets be silenced, 

sharpened stones returned 

to the earth. May abundant 

peace rise from our nightmares, 

bloom in our deserts, 

sing from our houses, 

walk with our bones.