the bruises my sisters have suffer’d.
A cov’nant of soul and spirit.
Bruises gained on the way to finding torah and sisterhood.
I wear them to remember, those who suffer’d.
Never forget those who lost their way,
who never connected
with their sisters and torah.
As I wrap myself in the tallit of sisterhood.
We stand together bound by our soft voices.
We stand together
Bound by our strong purpose.
Tikkun! Zachor! Sh’ma!
Justice, justice you shall pursue.Balance us – with your energy oh God,Black and blue are the colors,
bruises on my sister’s bodies, minds and soul.
Give Strength to stand strong.
Ancient blue threads
sewing our souls together
As I wrap myself in
the Tallit of Sisterhood.
We stand together bound by our voices.
We stand together bound by our strong purpose.
Tikkun! Zachor, Sh’ma!
Justice, justice you shall pursue.
Balance us, with your energy oh God.
Black and blue are the colors,
Bruises on my sister’s bodies, minds and souls.
I’ll never forget my sisters in need,
Give strength to stand tall.
Ancient blue threads,
Sewing our souls together.
As I wrap myself in the Tallit of Sisterhood