We are always in a state of rebuilding the temple.
Brick by brick
We mortar our proverbs,
Our collective wisdom over centuries
Of migration and struggle,
Through laughter and tears,
We remember our losses, and look to the children for hope,
that life goes on
Through turmoil
and digging through the rubble
We want to be one of the helpers
The ones who feed and shelter
The ones who show up to dissent
May we always be on the side of the angels.
Forces of greed and hate will do their dance
But as long as there are heroes
In the subways, In the woods, in the clinics, in the schools,
always rebuilding
Through our grief
We extend our hand
And try again.