When Moshiach Comes, It Will be in this Woman’s Merit

When Moshiach Comes, It Will be in this Woman’s Merit

by Ora Rivka Weingort

You, who wake up in the middle of the night to nurse your son
And you, who care for your mother in your home.
You, who continue dating, and don’t allow despair to destroy you
And you, who even on the hardest days goes to work.
You, who despite everything, brought another child into the world
And you, who are willing, time and time again, to attempt another treatment, in order to one day hold a baby.
You, who got angry today one time less
And you, who carry your pain in your heart, and came to dance at the wedding.
You, who saves lives
And you, who pass out candles on the street before Shabbat.
You, who are fighting the cursed disease
And you, who rescues and comforts the downtrodden.
You, who are torn between home and work, and try to do everything as well as possible
And you, who gave up the dream in order to devote yourself to your children…
You, who sit day and night at your daughter’s bedside
And You, who lost your son and manage, occasionally, to leave the house.
You, who hear and don’t respond
And you, who reach out for help.
You, whose husband comes home close to midnight
And you, who grew up in a broken home, and now are a loving mother.
You, who dedicate yourself to the needs of the community
And you, who drive to the school to bring your son the sandwich he forgot.
You, who picked up the phone and said what’s in your heart
And you, who held herself back and didn’t.
You, who hug and kiss your child, with special needs
And you, who do not know where your son is, crying, your lips moving in prayer.
You, whose legs don’t lift you, who lifts up her prayers at Rachel’s Tomb
And you, the great-grandmother, who recites her prays at the Western Wall at sunrise.
You, who raise your children alone
And you, who got married again.
You, who cleaned up after your son for the 5th time today
And you, who despite everything you saw, held onto your faith.
You, who woke up before everyone, to pray
And you, who despite your age, make blintzes for your great-grandchildren with so much joy for life.
You, who never know exactly how many guests will be coming for the meal
And you, who stopped yourself from eating another piece of chocolate.
You, who lie for months in bed to guard your pregnancy
And you, who coach laboring women, even at night and on Shabbat.
You, who encourage your husband
And you, who yesterday remembered the neighbor who lives alone.
You, the beautiful one, who takes good care of herself
And you, the artist, who makes the world more beautiful.
You, who even though you felt stressed, smiled at your children
And you, who prepared dough with your own two hands.
You, who cleans your home for Passover
And you, who didn’t scream even when you found cake crumbs in the room you’d already cleaned.
You, who left everything behind for the truth
And you, who carry and lift up the women behind you.
You, who bring joy to the locked ward
And you, who said you were sorry first.
You, who hold a tambourine in your hand to welcome Moshiach
And you, who learn to pour the fundamentals into your home with holiness and joy…
You, who know how to make others feel good about themselves
And you, who remember to pat yourself on the back.

And also you, whom I didn’t mention, and nobody will ever write an article about.
And nobody knows about you, and perhaps even you aren’t aware of your own strengths.
There is Somebody who is aware.
And in your merit.
And in the merit of your sisters
He will redeem us.

JewishMOM, please share in the comments which line you think describes you:)

This poem appears in the book Ohr HaLevana (Hebrew) by Ora Rivka Weingort. It was translated from the original Hebrew by JewishMOM.com

19 comments

  1. Sarah Chaya

    Wow! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 This is amazing! Thank you so much for translating and sharing this!
    🙏❤️ BezH” bimerah biyamenu Moshiach Moshiach Moshiach!!!!!!!!!!!!💐 Shabbat Shalom!!!!!!!

  2. You who are torn between home and work and try to do everything as well as possible…
    Oh yeah… I cry every morning when I drop off my delicious toddler at the babysitter… And swallow my pride when there is takeout for dinner yet again…

  3. Beautiful!!

  4. Beautifully written!! Brings tears…each line

  5. Elisheva

    I needed to read this today.
    Thank you😀

  6. Anonymous

    This is truly amazaing. From the BIG HUGE things, to the small every day thing. So beautiful.
    I found myself in these two –
    And you, who do not know where your son is, crying, your lips moving in prayer.
    And you, who stopped yourself from eating another piece of chocolate.

  7. You, who left everything behind for the truth…
    And you, who grew up in a broken home, and now are a loving mother.

  8. Thank-you!!! This was hanging on my fridge for the past couple of years in Hebrew. I cut it out of the Hidabroot Shabbat magazine because it really touched me. It went missing in the past few months and I had no idea who had written it- and now you post it here- thank-you 🙂

  9. So so stirring, and beautiful, and touching. Thank you for sharing.

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