Shhhhhh.
Listen.

Listen. 
The storm is raging around you,
Wind uprooting trees,
Crushing houses,
Flooding the world,
Taking lives.

For all its power,
The storm is not G-D.

For all its power,
The fire is not G-D. — Rabbi Seth Oppenheimer

Listen, 
If you can listen,
If you can pick out the silent murmuring,
You can withstand the wind,
The storm,
The sorrow 
The anguish.

Listen.
If you can listen,
If you can strive to hear with your blistered heart”
— Rabbi Seth Oppenheimer


Listen.
The ground shivers.
The firm certainty on which we have built our foundations,
Shifts,
Cracks,
Thrusts upward and destroys that which rests upon it.
The earthquake 
Shatters mountains,
Shatters lives,
The world is a wreck of fallen structures
Choking dust.

For all its power,
The earthquake is not G-D.

Listen.
If you can listen,
If you can distinguish the still small voice,
You will know
The earthquake will pass.
The ground will be still
You will rebuild what can be rebuilt and mourn what cannot.

Listen.
The fire roars,
Consumes.
All becomes ash:
The most ancient of trees
The home of many years
The memories imprinted on photographs.
Gone,
Ashes in the maelstrom of fire.

For all its power,
The fire is not G-D.

Listen.
If you can listen,
If you can strive to hear with your blistered heart,
The quiet hush of infinite sound,
You will be able to move on,
To remember but not dwell,
To be the green shoot climbing through the blowing grey ash.

Praise the quiet voice that drives us to find meaning.
Thank the enfolding presence that somehow comforts.
Listen
And in listening
Find hope and strength.

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