I think of you in Torah class
studying the rabbi’s commentaries
and spinning meanings from
ancient, foreign words.
I think of you in Shabbat services
singing melodies of praise
to our God of lovingkindness
grateful for the fate brought me you.
I think of you at our temple parties
as we dance and eat and gossip
mixing faith with friendship,
our children laughing nearby.
I think of you, even though
you weren’t brought here by faith or birth.
But you are one of us, a part of me.
You have been and will be there, being you.
for showing my importance to you
for your willingness to take part
for your faith in me.