By Trisha Arlin

May you contribute all that you can contribute and not punish yourself for what you couldn’t do.

May the good people win and the bad people lose.

May you not eat or drink too much crap while you wait for results.

If the good people lose and the bad people win, may you survive to fight another day.

May you have a good wifi connection so that you may be able to watch as many kitten and puppy videos as you need to so that you can stay calm.

May you have friends to celebrate and commiserate with.

May you get a good night’s sleep.

May the line to vote on Tuesday be long and filled with first time voters.

And may we emerge from it all with hope.

And let us say, Amen

Contributed by Hebrew Helpers

If there is to be peace in the world,

There must be peace in the nations.

If there is to be peace in the nations,

There must be peace in the cities.

If there is to be peace in the cities,

There must be peace between neighbors.

If there is to be peace between neighbors,

There must be peace in the home.

If there is to be peace in the home,

There must be peace in the heart.

- Lao-Tse

When the world is upside down,

I/Me/Us/We must flip the script:

Grab hold of the narrative,

revolt against the same old story,

resist the riptide of history

despite grim odds,

the plot twist brought

to untwist this plot.

Thus begins every

inner rebellion.

I/Me/Us/We enter

the cold wetness

of the cave

made of echo-stone

to retrieve the oil

hidden in secret

and Maccabean shadow-folds

for generations.

When the world is upside down,

I/Me/Us/We must flip the script:

Watch the exalted letters

dance into all possible combinations,

account for every permutation,

precisely as numerous

as each luminous star

in the numinous field

of our milky and honeyed galaxy.

I/Me/Us/We reclaim our sovereignty

over the landscape

of our heavenly body,

shore up our borders,

draw constellations as boundaries,

rededicate the sacred space

in the center of us,

sanctify the nourishment

of moon and sun.

Let us rise elemental,

offer our/self as vessel,

four mothers to the left,

four angels to the right,

we long to be anointed, filled with

hyssop and frankincense,

spikenard and myrrh,

balsam and cassia,

jasmine and rose,

holy olive.

Pour in the gloaming

moment of every tiny brave blaze

thrown in stark relief

against the gift

of mysterious darkness.

When the world is upside down,

I/Me/Us/We must flip the script:

Grab hold of the narrative,

revolt against the same old story,

resist the riptide of history

despite grim odds,

the plot twist brought

to untwist this plot.

Thus begins every

inner rebellion.

I/Me/Us/We enter

the cold wetness

of the cave

made of echo-stone

to retrieve the oil

hidden in secret

and Maccabean shadow-folds

for generations.

When the world is upside down,

I/Me/Us/We must flip the script:

Watch the exalted letters

dance into all possible combinations,

account for every permutation,

precisely as numerous

as each luminous star

in the numinous field

of our milky and honeyed galaxy.

I/Me/Us/We reclaim our sovereignty

over the landscape

of our heavenly body,

shore up our borders,

draw constellations as boundaries,

rededicate the sacred space

in the center of us,

sanctify the nourishment

of moon and sun.

Let us rise elemental,

offer our/self as vessel,

four mothers to the left,

four angels to the right,

we long to be anointed, filled with

hyssop and frankincense,

spikenard and myrrh,

balsam and cassia,

jasmine and rose,

holy olive.

Pour in the gloaming

moment of every tiny brave blaze

thrown in stark relief

against the gift

of mysterious darkness.