Give ear, O heavens, and I will speak,
and may the earth hear the words of my mouth.
Listen, O earth, to these wounds:
We have been pounded on the peaks
elevated and alone.
Who ascends these holy mountains,
We have bled all over our back packs
descended at the penultimate moment.
Snatched away from the precipice
we descended into the valley
where we sat quietly with our eyes closed
waiting for a bus, nothing loftier
and we would have remained there
if not sitting next to us was the prophet Amos
watching for the light to change.
His skepticism, as always,
was an inspiration —
justice rolling down like water
and righteousness like a mighty stream.
All that was holy entered through our wounds —
the last place we expected.
Listen to the wounds, O earth
pay attention to the bleeding sky
brother elements, sister flesh
pay a little attention will you —
at least give ear to these words.
rabbi james stone goodman, united states of america