Floundering around
Muddling in the muck
Sitting and stewing
These times encircle me tightly
Gripping and squeezing hope out of me
October 7th, the cataclysmic event
Sent me into a spinning wheel of doubt and darkness
More hate
More bloodshed
More waiting
What I wish for is a leader for our people
I can point to no one who can speak out
A powerhouse—-speaking to justice, fairness
Who can bring the world to attention
And most of all
Who prods us to be proud of our heritage, our history, our legacy, and our purpose
Who inspires us to truly own who we are
And lead us to the spiritual levels we’ve yet to climb
Instead, an overload of meaningless noise
Podcasts strewn here and there
Blogs peppering my Inbox
All heft and no muscle
A void for the voice of leadership
Where are you Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks zt”l?
You went too soon, before we could stand on our own
And now we flounder, muddle, and stew
Waiting for someone like you