"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."

I believe in God.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

In honor of my classmate...

...I wrote the following poem. I've written better in my time, but that is not the point.

I sat to write a poem; I wanted it to come.
Sat down to write a poem. I waited, feeling numb.

My words were gone; my faith was gone; I did not understand
What kind of world we're living in, if this was God's command.

Some say it's better this way, and that this was God's call;
I say it would be better without happening at all.

I read it once; I read it twice; the news did not sink in;
One thing I know for certain: he was innocent of sin.

When it all finally sank in, I knew that he had died;
When the news finally sank in, I crumpled up and cried.

[...], this is for you; you were held very dear.
[...], this is for you, and we'll always be near.


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I am a bipolar, Jewish young adult (had my Hebrew birthday, the one I count, and turned 23 this past January) who also suffers from Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. I love life and I live for my best friends: they are my purpose and my reason for trying so hard. I remain passionately devoted to those I love; I will not let my disorders make me totally self-centered. I like to read, write, and sew. My Rabbinical school plans did not work out, and I am now hoping to go into the field of Early Childhood Education. Please note: I am currently maintaining only Carried in His Hands. Enjoy!