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Ps. 133: Hesed

Born and raised in Boston, MA, for most of her life, Alondra Bobadilla found and nurtured her love for writing since she learned her first letters. Besides writing, she has participated in multiple performance art forms since she was a little girl, finding ways to express herself beyond poetry alone. She is a student at Fenway High School and was named Boston's first-ever Youth Poet Laureate in January 2020.

 

if community was a gold chain

it would be 24 carats laid gently upon elegant collar bones

grazing the skin as stallions graze fields

the treasure of the orphan, once abandoned now redeemed by a people not their own

community says “my mother is your mother, my father is your own”

“nurse at her breast, be cradled in his arms”

“for my cousins are your kin, my brothers your shield”

 

si la comunidad era armadura

sera la armadura de Dios, armadura de protection celestial

soldados son el pueblo

equipados para guerra

if one falls, don’t the 99 rush to his side?

incline his head to the heart beat, a baby to the mother lands chest

does not community nurture the ill of heart back to good health?

 

if community could be evidence to the existence of God

would it not be the clearest?

for didnt His presence pass through Abrahams offering, the seal of a covenant for generations

does His spirit not pass through people like He passed through those carcasses

does He not pass over dead things and breath them to living

is not community an oversized family taking in the loveless?

is not love the cure to our demons?

 

as we are apart

let us not doubt the power of the people

for three is better than one

and thousands are a watch tower, a wall of heavenly stones

through screens we pray, we laugh, we weep

though we do not touch, is community not ten times stronger in adversity than they are in peace?

for the people were made for a time as this

a time where the overlap of different peoples would be necessary to live

a time where the test of unity is fire blazing against skin

a time where the people, stranger or kin, must huddle under the storm till it passes

for no other choice stands but this.

 

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The opinions contained in this piece are solely the author’s and do not necessarily reflect the views of Interfaith Youth Core. Interfaith America encourages a wide range of views and strives to maintain a respectful tone with a goal of greater understanding and cooperation between people of different faiths, worldviews, and traditions.