We fast. We mourn. We chant Eicha, the book of Lamentations.
We sit low to the ground and dwell in the dust of our people’s tragedies, reciting the litany of loss that has shaped the Jewish story: Zion’s toppled towers; Jerusalem, once great among the nations, brought low; the expulsions from Sepharad and the Rhineland; our decimation in the Holocaust.
It is a day not only of memory, but of reckoning. A day when we allow ourselves to feel the full weight of Jewish history pressing down upon us. And this year, that weight feels heavier still.
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