There is a Future: A Year of Daily Midrash
By Amy Bornman
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Amy Bornman
Amy Bornman is a writer, artist, and designer, living in Pittsburgh. She studied theater at Wheaton College (IL), and designs sewing patterns for her small business, All Well Workshop. You can find more from Amy at amybornman.com.
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In the middle of 2018, I started reading the Bible every day. After a lifetime of Christian schooling and church-going and small groups and Bible class and homework, I felt like I’d read the Bible backward and forward. But I hadn’t. I’d studied it in pieces, but I hadn’t read all of it. After all that time thinking about it, reading the Bible felt like an interesting project to take on. So I began with the Daily Office in the Book of Common Prayer, reading what was appointed for the day each morning.
At the same time, I started reading poetry daily too, for the first time in my life. Denise Levertov, Jane Kenyon, Mary Oliver, Wendell Berry, Marie Howe, Kathleen Norris. The combination of these two sets of daily readings, the poets and the Scriptures, felt like, in chemistry, when you combine two elements and suddenly there’s a dramatic fizzing spilling all over the table. Something started bubbling in me. My logical conclusion: I needed to practice writing poems, and I needed to keep reading the Bible. I needed to stir the pot as things were simmering wildly, for fear that if I didn’t there’d be a big mess, a boiling over.
I remembered a friend in college telling me about the Jewish practice of midrash: an interpretive act of seeking answers to questions that are unanswerable, a way for rabbis and other God-wrestlers to interpret the text, trying to reconcile inconsistencies and contradictions, helping to bridge the gap between it and the people trying to understand it. Midrash is a practice in study and imagination. It began as a rabbinical tradition, but modern Jewish midrash is extended to the people and often expressed through art, poetry, prose, music, and theater. Midrash, at its heart, is the people of God honoring the text by wondering about it, aiding their minds by imagining what could fill the holes.
All of this captivated me—the spaciousness, the daring risk. Coming from my faith background in Evangelical Protestantism, where Scripture is taught to be inerrant and every bit of text is true somehow, where every question has a systematic-theology answer found in some commentary somewhere, I was astounded that midrash was not so concerned with that kind of truth and is, in nature, imaginative. Midrash plumbs the depths of poetic truth, a different creature entirely, but still truth. I began writing midrash poems, tenderly, with breath, hoping that I could borrow the term and inspiration without ruffling too many feathers—I’m not Jewish, after all. I hadn’t written many poems before, just a lot of prose, mostly essays, so I began trying on poetry like a new shoe, walking in it around the room.
This was December. Each day I would read the passages assigned to the day in the daily office then write some sort of poem about something I read. Sometimes the poems linked several of the appointed passages, and sometimes they focused in on one story, or even one line. I made few rules for myself, except that I keep doing it, keep showing up. And I did, nearly every day, for a year. I took a big break in November, feeling the mental fatigue of having written so many poems and reading so much of the Bible, feeling the dread of all that was happening in the world. That month, I wrote poems at church instead, scribbling in my pew. Some days, the poems were truly terrible. Some days, I’d write three or four versions until I worked out what I was really trying to get at. Some days, the poems rang like a bell, clear and bright, as if someone else had written them. Those were the best days.
The poems in this collection are chronological, following my year of daily midrash poem-writing, from December to December, one Advent to another. When I read them in order, I see a mind sincerely changing, a new person being born, a deconstructed and renewed faith, the poetry keeping me in although the Bible kept confounding and confusing me out. The project meant I couldn’t escape the terrible things in