Feminist Haftarah, Rosh HaShanah Second Day Kol B’Ramah nishmah A voice is heard in Ramah lamentation and bitter weeping Rachel weeping for her children, she refuses to be comforted* Rachel defends her children against the judgment of the holy one: I am but a mortal human being, and you are the Master of the Universe. It is well known before your blessed holy name that right before the wedding for the protection of my sister’s dignity, I taught her the secret signs Jacob and I invented on each other's ribs when we traded kisses for riddles. If I could forgive them and set aside my personal joy, surely you, source of all compassion, can forgive your poor children for turning to other paths. You were away and they missed you and they didn't know when you'd be back. The k’doshah b’ruchah hi responds: You have defended them well.** Rachel refuses to be comforted: Blind and lame exiled and longing to come home, I bring them all to you for your love. Look at this baby -- she has a cleft palate, but isn't she cute? And this baby -- shaking off drugs already, hard to hold close -- doesn't your heart open to him? Gently, I bring them close for your inspection, awakening your love with the sweet aroma of their baby skin, soft and downy. See this one -- in order to survive, he has fouled his own nest -- can't you see he didn't know? And this one -- choked on filth, rising tides, melting ice, raging storms -- couldn't you love her anyway, and take her home to be your very own? The holy one responds: I will become a father I will bring them all home to me, I will hold them in my arms rock all my babies to sleep, I will become a mother, shelter them with my fierce everlasting love. I will breathe in all the sorrow and send it back into the world as love. Rachel responds: after I finish offering you all the babies, slick with their mother's juices, howling at their separation from their watery home, I have nothing left to offer but myself, my own tear-stained neshameleh, ripped and faded, a remnant of its original glory. confused, trembling, contrite, I lay my head on your altar for your sweet touch on my cool forehead. Reba Connell 2007 Elul 5767 *Traditional Haftarah, Rosh HaShanah Second Day (Jeremiah 31:2-20) **Traditional midrash on Lamentations in Eichah Rabah, cited by Rashi and by Tamar Frankiel, “Our Mother of Sorrows,” in Beginning Anew: A Woman’s Companion to the High Holy Days, Ed. Gail Twersky Reimer and Judith A. Kates, and by the rebbetzin Mistress Sarah Rebecca Rachel Leah in “Tkhine of the Matriarchs,” translated by Chava Weissler, in Four Centuries of Jewish Women’s Spirituality, Ed. Ellen Umansky and Dianne Ashton, and by Judith Antonelli, In the Image of God: A Feminist Commentary on the Torah |