TEARS FOR MERON
A Ghazal in Memory of the Meron Tragedy
Lag B’Omer 2021
Am Yisraelwent to Mount Meron on the Omer’s thirty-third night.
From every corner of the land they came for this joyous night.
They came to pray and celebrate with the music of clarinets
and klezmer bands on the Omer’s thirty-third night.
Bonfires’ red and orange flames flew to heaven
as the men danced in ecstasy throughout the night.
Three-year-old boys sat astride their fathers’ shoulders
for their first hair-cuts on the Omer’s thirty-third night.
Forty-five suddenly slipped, fell and were crushed to death past midnight.
Joy ceased and dance turned to mourning on this grief-filled night.
Mindy Aber Barad Golembo
WE ARE ONE
Dance with me
Swim with me
Through the tears
Through the fires
Sands that swirl
Clog and cleanse.
Let us be together
Whatever the metaphor
We are one.
A people of believers
We are people dear to Hashem
in tragedy as in good news
we cry here and laugh there
Am maaminim bne maaminim1
a people of believers children of believers
we are attached to each other
we suffer when they our people fall
likewise, we celebrate together the happy days
We pay our personal and social dues
as members of a family and society
struggle with problems, always unsure
and wade through to show our contentment
Comes the coldness of winter’s death grip
and the warmth of summer’s renewal
Aharon accepted in silence his personal tragedy
Moshe Rabbenu prayed for rachamim, compassion
heartbreak comes and God knows the reasons