A Psalm for the Caregiver Blessed are you,
Source of all breath,
Who sees the one unseen,
Who remembers the one who remembers everyone else.
I have stood at countless gates,
Not to enter,
But to hold them open for others.
I have been the water bearer in a parched land,
Pouring from a vessel that few thought to refill.
You know the burden of the vofe-istar,
The hidden healer,
Who walks not in robes,
But in robes of quiet resilience.
My back has bent in service,
My soul has stretched beyond its bounds.
Av ha-rachamim,
Father of mercy,
Mother of compassion,
Remember me not only as servant,
But as daughter,
As son,
As soul in need.
Let my offerings rise like ketorah,
Sacred incense,
Even in the unseen acts,
The sleepless nights,
The silent prayers whispered beside closed doors.
Place angels at my side like those who stood with Avraham at the terebinths of Mamre,
To remind me I am not alone.
And if my kin have turned from me,
Cloaked in self-interest or silence,
Then let my inheritance come from the wells of Miriam,
From the strengths of Ruth,
From the justice of Yosef,
From the quiet endurance of Leah.
May my care not be forgotten in the Book of Life.
Heal what has been taken from me in secret,
Uplift what has been given in silence.
For I too am worthy of comfort,
I too am worthy of rest.
And you,
Eternal One,
Are the keeper of accounts no human sees.
Amen.
Ken Yehi Ratzon