I bless you to grieve
What must be grieved
In Ramah
That you will be healed
Of what must be healed
In your heart.
“Thus says the Lord:
‘A voice is heard in Ramah,
Lamentation and
Bitter weeping….’” (Jer. 31:15)
Ramah,
A few miles north of Jerusalem,
Was where the first exiles
Were corralled
And deported
On the long journey to Babylon.
Ramah
Was where mothers wailed
To watch their captive sons
Walk away
And where families shook
With shock as they were torn asunder.
There was no other way to Babylon
But through Ramah
And sometimes,
There is no other way to wholeness,
But through grief.
May God make your tears holy,
And healing, Child of God,
All holy, all healing.