KADDISH
Gathered—
a community mourns.
But what redeems the loss?
Eight Words of praise
carved by the wind of time
by years of human loss
the Kaddish stone stands
on the hill asking
the mourner to also stand
always on the hill
crafted to mend broken hearts
uplift fragmented spirits
its rhythm anchor
ships tossed at
sea
Each syllable adds the needed weight
to moor each boat to shore.