Each year, as Tisha B’Av approaches — our day of collective mourning — we carry both ancient sorrow and the ruptures of our own time. Through the poetry of Eicha and the remembrance of generations of suffering, we open to heartbreak both personal and historic. But just before we fully inhabit our grief, we hear Moses in parashat Devarim — beginning a long farewell, speaking across a river he will never cross. His body remains behind, but his voice reaches forward, echoing in the fragile immediacy of human speech to meet our moment…

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