Time Flies - A Prayer for a New Academic Year
Time flies… the older we get the swifter its pace seems to be.
Time flies… so fast that we can miss the remarkable moments
only appreciating them in our memories once they are gone.
Author of time, help us to appreciate the time we have.
Help us to celebrate the continuous cycles
of seasons that seem to so steadily increase in speed:
the cycles of the academic year in which we are now being swept up,
the cycle of the semesters of planning and Power Points, of learning and teaching,
the cycle of the summerly leisure that is all too soon coming to an end as Labor Day draws near.
As we today experience the start of the all too familiar cycles
let us recognize that tomorrow a new class of students will arrive on campus.
Author of celebrations, help us to take note of and celebrate that which is new:
new students on our campus
new participants in our courses
new faculty as part of our team
new ideas worth embracing
new techniques for teaching
new visions for creating transformative educational experiences
new opportunities for us and for all.
The familiar and the new intertwine,
the young and the old enlighten,
the experienced and the unfamiliar lift up each other
And together we celebrate time… cycles… seasons… semesters..
creating a metaphoric Queens mosaic
which inspires and adds beauty to our lives and our world.
May our students and all students across the globe
be blessed to learn from capable teachers
in safe, supportive and inspiring schools.
Paper - Yad Vashem 2013
Ecclesiastes says: havel havalim hakol havel – vanity of vanity, all is vanity.
We struggle to hold on to our past
Grasping at photos in our pockets
The only physical ties we have to who we are
Meaningless to them, beyond measure for us
The burning of pages articulating
Ideologies out of their “Aryan” box
Newspaper clippings writing us out of humanity
Our sacred scrolls… holy parchment
We did all we could to hold them fast
But still they were set aflame
A Czechoslovakian Torah stands in the heart of our Beth El ark
Telling a past far deeper than the history our five books hold
A torn page of a destroyed Torah hangs in my home
As I relax with my family at the end of each day
I can see it in the corner of my eye
Silver can be sold
But paper and parchment our enemies would try to turn into ashes
Our family tree will forever hold the pain of the millions they murdered
Words, prayers, God, could not, would not, disappear
Holiness transcends hate
Christians and Jews take sacred steps together through our past
Our shared journeys, our shared stories, help us heal
Havel havalim. Vanity of vanities. No.
Our past is not gone
Kodesh kodashim – it is holy of holies
A Cosmic Kinship - August 21, 2014
by Rabbi Judy Schindler
A poem inspired by a conversation on
Kinship and Conflict: Black/Jewish Relations
with Dr. Ron Carter at the Levine Museum of the New South
Remember, you were slaves.
Together we remember
Seas crossed, campuses crossed, lines of protest crossed.
At times we walked together.
At times we walked apart.
Holy ground in Black churches
Holy ground in Jewish synagogues
Yet we all come from the same ground
In Hebrew, adam from adamah
In English, human beings from the dust of the earth
Given life by the breath of God
May we find common ground.
May we find holier ground.
May we find higher ground.
Blacks and Jews Walking Together - Then and Now
by Rabbi Judy Schindler
Book burnings, cross burnings, hangings, lynchings.
Pasts so painful they are hard to face.
Times when human decency,
human dignity were hidden from sight.
Society structured to dehumanize,
Laws passed to limit options, to limit life.
Not all was lost.
The Nazis, the KKK could not
take away our minds,
our longing to learn.
Jewish refugee scholars and Black Southern college students,
Shalom Park Jews and Freedom School scholars
Transforming each others’ lives.
Passing through the waters to a better life.
Passing through the waters to a free future.
Stop The Sirens!
By Rabbi Judy Schindler
Stop the sirens
they blare so loudly in my ears
that I can hear them
even when they are silent.
Stop the rockets
being showered across my country
sounding ceaseless red alerts on my phone
and leaving hardly a home safe.
Stop the tears
of grief over loved ones being lost.
The pain seems ceaseless.
Sleep provides no shelter.
Stop the fear
of death and destruction tormenting
innocent Israelis and Palestinians alike
Stop the pain
of wounded bodies and souls.
and the evil of using children
as human shields.
Stop the guns in Gaza.
We know that war is not the path to peace
(yet in helplessness and hopelessness
we are drawn into aggression
as a means of achieving safety and security).
Start shouting loudly
for cease fires to be signed.
Start condemning the acts of
and demanding justice for the fanatics
who stole Eyal, Gilad, Naftali, Mohammed
and far too many others from our world.
May all know that uprooting radicalism
is our collective goal.
Stop listening to those
who deny the legitimacy
of Israeli’s rights to their homeland
or Palestinian’s rights to build a peaceful state.
Start expressing faith in the innocent
across borders who, like us, want peace
Start praying passionately
for cycles of vengeance to be broken
and a vision for a sustainable and successful
two state solution to emerge.
Stop the sirens.
Start the path to peace.
Soul Prints (Interfaith Journey 2013)
Toward the altar of old, Jews travelled from the farthest places to Jerusalem.
With sacrifices in hand, they hoped to appeal to the Divine.
Toward the altars of today, Jews and Christians travel to the holy land.
Some bring empty offerings – tourists snapping pictures and purchasing postcards.
Others bring sincere sacrifices – pilgrims saying prayers and meditating on their purpose.
Tourists leave foot prints.
Pilgrims leave soul prints.
The sacred dust that attached to the cloth where they dried their weeping eyes
Is their souvenir calling them to act.
The Numbers of War and Peace: My Kol Nidre Prayer
By Rabbi Judy Schindler
Consider the numbers linked to war
and the numbers allied with peace.
The Syrian numbers of strife:
4.25 million displaced inside the country
Every 15 seconds a Syrian becomes a refugee
Adding up to 2 million forced to flee
1400 killed in a sarin gas attack,
Sarin, the deadly nerve gas
developed by the Nazis in 1938.
Sarin, used by Saddam Hussein
to kill thousands of Kurds in 1988.
The numbers of concerned neighbors and world citizens:
8 hours in an Israeli line to get a gas mask
2 more Iron Dome defense systems deployed to Tel Aviv and Jerusalem
25 nations supporting a strong international response .
The numbers connected to our past:
11 million murdered, among them
6 million Jews, among them
1.5 million children.
And then there are the numbers of peace:
One God, one soul,
One man, one woman, one child
In Judaism, counting people is prohibited.
Every soul is one.
When that one Syrian child asks,
“Where was the world?”
May we have an answer
that is worthy in God’s eyes,
and in our own.
Grant us wisdom,
grant us compassion,
grant us peace.