Faith–A Hanukah Poem

A Poem by Michael H. Brownstein

Do you see the lights in the distance?
The fog erased outline of the station?
Are you comfortable with your name?

Late afternoon, a spit of sun, sand,
A triumph after the last bloodletting.
Where do we want to go from here?

The temple not destroyed, but desecrated,
Blood graffiti, carcasses of pig,
The ark wide open, spilled oil, broken lamps.

We will not wait until tomorrow to clean,
We are comfortable with who we are,
The mirage of light in the distant our legacy.

One days supply lasts eight days,
One prayer resonates in song and psalm,
One mount, one name, a household of praise.