For Sue Kurtz
on the Dedication of
The Malcolm Rosenberg Hillel Center
Virginia Polytechnic Institute
April 21, 2013
We have not come into being to hate or to destroy
We have come into being
To praise, to labor, and to love
A year ago this plot was clay. Now, quarried
in Roanoke and Jerusalem, in Tidewater and Tiveria,
Hokie stone rises from red ash borne
by an orange and maroon bird, reborn
from the dust of the six million and the blood
of the thirty-two shot and killed in madness.
Thirty-two. Gematria for heart, for purpose, for resolve,
for Yah keeps, Yah assembles, Yah is good,
but also for hollow out, for pierce, for hide.
So many different visions to be incorporated,
so many arguments for the sake of heaven,
so many shekels needed to build this tabernacle,
this dwelling place in the Virginia wilderness, that
we were not always certain we’d see this day.
New generations will be born in this house,
not a headstone for he whose name it bears,
but a school for justice, a home for souls, a vineyard.
This is the fulfillment of those who came,
furriers, spice merchants, schmata men, teachers,
and scientists, in hope of life without pogrom,
without persecution. And those who did not come,
who were lost in fire.
This is our meaning, our community, our family.
This is our purpose, to struggle, to build, to continue.
This mishkan. This people. This blue day. This.