Like turquoise, akin to sapphire am I, techeles blue, I am called. As lofty as the throne of Elokim; and, as lowly as the chillazon snail. Encapsulated within a single thread, tied around a religious fringe, reminding the wearer of Shomayim; and, the ocean of wisdom called Torah. Comprising the regal clothing of the Kohein […]
With arms wide open, I embrace the Source of creation, seeking His renewal for my soul, my highest calling.
Yet, if I am only for my own tikkun, then of what avail am I to anyone?
And, unless I seek to reach out to family, friends, and strangers, then, who will share words of wisdom with me, when my soul needs to be refreshed?
Care in the heart of a man boweth it down; But a good word maketh it glad.
Proverbs 12:25
And, if I wait patiently, to hear with my own ear, the right word spoken to me from mankind, or the enlightening passage on a page, turned to the most opportune spot,
then, I will wait in hope and expectation, until my heart learns what is needed to know.
Bringing forth joy in the moment, to have my spirits uplifted, and my soul restored, through divine coincidence.
I imagine that you were conflicted, when your brother left for America, leaving behind more than could be understood, by anyone, who already stood on the shores of the land of opportunity, and assimilation.
When his family was finally able to join him, what could be envisioned as their future, amidst the multitude of countless faces, indifferent to the truth that binds the lives of the faithful together over centuries?
Your brother – my great-grandfather – his decision, the only reason, that I am alive today. How can I complain? Yet, I am also conflicted, knowing I should be grateful, to have even been born. Despite the fact that I still yearn, to live like my ancestors did in Bolechov.