New Morning Prayer for Women

Blessed are You, Shekhinah,
Ruler of the Universe,
Who did not make me a man.

Blessed are You, Shekhinah,
Who gave me the strength to bear children
endurance to raise them
shrewdness and fortitude to earn a living
initiative to shop for my own clothes— or start my own business
flexibility to pick up my own socks
efficiency to boil an egg and brew coffee simultaneously  
creativity to sew a quilt
stamina to cook an entire Seder—
on my own.

Blessed are You, Shekhinah,
Who has made me like the Matriarchs,
Sarah, Rebecca, Leah and Rachel,
who possessed the power of binah
intellectual and emotional insight
distinguishing between
what appears to be true
and what is actually true.

Shekhinah, save me from Nice Jewish Men.
Give me the judgment to recognize
(the chutzpah to avoid)
the Type-A man my parents adore:
who can pass the Bar Exam in three states,
but cannot shop for his own suits—
who can shoot a birdie on the golf course,
but whose underpants always miss the hamper.

One comment on “New Morning Prayer for Women

  1. Sam Keats on


    Please send me a Nice Jewish man, who doesn’t have to pretend to a stiff upper lip,
    Who can whine like I do when i have a cold,
    Who can–and will–spend the years it takes to grow up with me,
    While I grow beside him.
    Who can find the humor in my flaws as I laugh while locating for him
    the Peanut butter in the fridge, literally in front of my nose.

    And, Shekhinah, if only his mother were alive to be my mother-in-law,
    I would embrace her with love and laugh over any gimlet eye
    Turned in my house-cleaning.
    “Mother-in-law”, I would beg her,
    “Teach me how you do it so well,
    For I will never be the balabusta you are.”
    In truth, she would soon realize, I will never be a balabusta
    At all. And maybe hire me a cleaning lady.

    Oh, Shekhinah,
    Help me above all not to buy into
    Anglo-Saxon Protestant cultural values that say that no one
    Should drop by unannounced.
    Remind me, instead, of the richness of my own
    Immigrant culture that values closeness,
    And men with real feelings, exposed,
    And that has, for more time than our memories can hold,
    Created both men and women with wits and drive,
    Creativity and comedy,
    And the wisdom to love one another as we are.

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