The Mountains Won't Remember Me - Poem

 I write this Thursday evening, as the dawn of Erev Yom Kippur edges closer. On this great and awesome day, we once again beseech the Al-mighty that all his nation, all his children be given a good and plentiful year with health, happiness and all we need.

We pray for G-d to have mercy on us. We pray for G-d to remember us. 

I have had the following poems' concept in my mind for a week or so, wanting to internalize and bring depth and meaning to its title. While sitting down to write it, I began wondering how to create a story, or rather, a narrative for the poem to bring out something within the phrase that I would be proud of. I began thinking, "If the mountains won't remember me, something or someone must." Then it hit me. Hashem would remember me. If all else fails, my father in heaven, The Supreme King, would always be there to hear me, guide me and show me the correct path.

I began to construct the story of a young man, searching for the real version of himself, the real "him". He searches in the ever beautiful world of natural wonder, hoping for something to help him understand the person he is. When everything fails, he returns to the mountains, who, also don't have anything for him. But then he remembers...

He understands G-d will always remember who he is.

I hope you enjoy the poem, and if you are reading this before Yom Kippur, I hope you fast well. If you are reading this after, I hope you've fasted well.

With blessings,

Yitzy Schweitzer

The Mountains Won't Remember Me - Poem

Searching for who I am,

Looking in every place,

For possibly a fragment of my soul,

But nothing seems to be real.

I've searched beneath ground,

Stared in falling drops of rain,

Looked in the valleys, on mountain peaks,

But still, nothing has an appeal.

But maybe the mountains will know,

So, perhaps I'll go back and ask,

See, just if I can learn something,

A detail hidden, maybe I'll find.

But the mountains, don't know me,

They tell me so themselves,

To them I'm a stranger,

A random face, from nowhere in the eternity of time.

If the mountain don't have anything,

How, then, will I find myself,

Is my life destined to be filled with emptiness,

Devoid of me being truthful to who I should be?

If I can't know who I am,

Who will, who does,

Is there anyone who can help

To find the real me?

Suddenly, it comes together,

I understand, so now the question is gone,

Everything makes sense now,

I am at peace, my mind is relaxed, calm and still.

I know who I am,

But if ever I lose myself again,

The mountains won't remember me,

But G-d will.