Do we care when we read this:
“Hundreds of thousands of kids underfed.”? Is
this the place where redemption led – where the
weak and the poor are lacking for bread?
Are we moved at the sight of
distress and affliction,
do we ever despair that
the dream seems so faint? As our
minds harken back to the time of our fathers
when as slaves they assembled together and ate,
and all that they had was their faith in
the One, Who showed them the
way to inherit the land –
so we pray to be worthy of
mending the world, of effacing the darkness of Egypt.
April is National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) – a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month in response to a daily prompt. The prompt issued on 5th April this year was to write a “Golden Shovel,” a form invented by Terrance Hayes. (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-five/.) The poem is composed as follows: a short poem is chosen, and each word of this poem in sequence becomes the end-word of each line in the new poem. Here I took the first verse of HaLachma Anya (as you can see by reading down the last word in each line of the new poem) and wrote “The bread of affliction”.