by Mel Glenn (Brooklyn, NY)
Brooklyn hosts many different religions,
but for this less than practicing Jew,
the invitation to attend a Mennonite
prayer service was indeed a surprise.
Much different from traditional
services in my own synagogue,
this service was held in a coffee shop
with hymns and readings wafting
over the cakes and pastries.
What impressed me most
was the unmistakable
sense of community,
a fellowship of followers.
Fundamentalists, sure, but
holders of a tenacious grip
to the tenets of their faith.
I bore witness to their devotion,
admiring the warm coat
of their faith while I shivered
in my own garment of doubt,
a requirement, it seems,
of the Jewish religion,
while I sat and prayed during
the High Holidays.
It must be so comforting
to be so sure.
Mel Glenn, the author of twelve books for young adults, is working on a poetry book about the pandemic tentatively titled Pandemic, Poetry, and People. He has lived nearly all his life in Brooklyn, NY, where he taught English at A. Lincoln High School for thirty-one years. You can find his most recent poems in the YA anthology, This Family Is Driving Me Crazy, edited by M. Jerry Weiss. If you’d like to learn more about his work, visit: http://www.melglenn.com/
Thanks for this, Mel—it not only resonated with me, but prompted me to write about something that’s trailed me for many years.