First Week of Broken Ties, Lies, and I Don’t Knows

First week of broken ties, lies, and I don’t knows,
our country rocks with awful news.
We’re a sorry ship with tattered sails
upon a chaotic sea of what-might-bes .
She has even sent messengers,
holy monks walking a path of peace,
with a new voice we haven’t
taken notice.
It only takes ten men to support the world. We Jews
gather in minyans
to stave away the chaos, but here
our mystic hearts walk with them.
Monks whose every step a new found hope to rise
above the pain.
This is a God thing when even
the naïve children bow. Their
flowers are given in blue ribbons,
showing they’ve been sweetly touched.
We fill our wandering hearts
with prayer, to find our hidden message.
We might feel goosebumps,
a tear might fall,
we haven’t cried for so very long,
learning to feel again, and know
what we must do.