The Paradox of Redemption
Just as the seventh plague rained down
Hailstones and fire – an unnatural mix -
Light and darkness
Are holding hands now.
Knit together in some Divine, inscrutable pattern.
Grief and relief.
Misery and miracle.
Anguish and exhilaration.
How am I meant to contain this paradox?
Breathe into my ear, “It’s Redemption.”
Help me hold onto the fiercely shaking rope
just a little longer.
© Rivkah Lambert Adler, 2024
