| Posted on September 21, 2009 at 12:05 PM |
Love has brought me no joy. Love is pain.
Perhaps that has been God’s lesson for me.
They just told me Sarah has died. I who am
not yet dead, now I am truly old.
I want no more love. It is time
For Isaac to marry and take on the burden
of the promise. As for me,
I will settle for peace.
Both of these stories show our patriarch Abraham as a frightening father….These stories have always troubled me…. Beginning the second year of the writing group I also wrote a series of poems about abuse in my own family, using symbolism from Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. All three are written from my point of view, but the first focuses on my mother's father, the second on my mother, and the third and last on me. From the beginning I conceived of this as a set of three poems. The first two came quickly, one after the other, and were read the second and third years. The third poem was harder for me to write; I could not figure out how to focus the final poem for another two years. When I finally did, I realized that I had not been able to forgive my grandfather, who died before I was born, for his abuse of my mother, and until I could let go of my anger, I could not find my own voice. The third poem was read last year.
And I think I couldn't get over my anger at Abraham until I let go of that more personal anger. My life has been fuller and more meaningful since I was able to forgive two old men I never knew. So this process of writing for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur over time has allowed me to work through important personal issues by understanding the Biblical family of Abraham. The group has helped me make the inward journey of the High Holidays and extend forgiveness to all concerned, even myself.
Categories: Creative Process, Writing Habits, Promoting Work
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