Haftarah for the Mothers, In Times of War.
There is much to be sad about in the world today, chief among them include the human proclivity and capacity for war. This sorrow and terror struck home for the Jewish communities around the world on October 7th of this year, and this sentiment perhaps could apply to any war throughout time. It has recently been veterans day, and it is stunning how many veterans there are, and I have known some, with PTSD, invisible injury in additional to the visible ones. The most heartbreaking are the broken hearts and bodies of children and their mothers. I have written this Haftarah to match the weekly Torah readings which connect to war or Biblical mothers and children Here is the recording in Haftarah trop. Haftarah is a selected reading from one of the Biblical books that were written later than the five books of the Torah, and this is written in the style of such Biblical books.
Some background: The Biblical mother Rachel, died in the month of Cheshvan in the Jewish calendar, which began this year in mid October. Rachel in Jeremiah is evoked as weeping for “her children” who have died. In the Midrash Rachel argues with G*d and evokes Divine sympathy for her children! Rachel is also associated with the Divine feminine/Malchut in the mystical sephirot.
Rachel Goldberg is the other Rachel referenced here, as the use of her name switches, based upon this video in which she tells her story at the United Nations on October 25th
It was in the days that Netenyahu ruled over Jerusalem that catastrophe befell
And Rachel is weeping for her children, and she cannot be comforted.:
It was in the days when Hamas ruled over Gaza that it happened the catastrophe
And mother Gaza is weeping for her children, and she can not find comfort.
Rachel told her pain to the gathering of the Nations,
My child kissed me good night and put on his backpack to attend a music festival
I love you, texted the child, I am sorry, and then his phone went silent.
And the children took shelter from the onslaught
The Bedouin who was with them said, I will help, I will talk to them.
He went out to the attackers, and told them “we are all family, do them no harm!” And he was beaten the children that were left, bleeding were captured
Mother Rachel lifted him up, a ray/spark of hope in a broken world.
But Each day waiting brings her farther from life, shatters the heart a little more
Are you crying too? My child is bleeding and their bloods call to me from the earth.
And in the days to come, the mothers will find comfort and mother earth will be repaired , and usher in a day where children are reunited and none shall make them afraid