Can it be repaired? I have grave doubts about that. This world is broken, not merely into huge pieces able to be soldered together, but into tiny shreds, too small to be united in permanent sure manner. These shreds of earth and mankind overwhelm the atmosphere, permeate it with a toxic dust of anger, grief, horror, and massive hatred, constantly growing in amount and depth of coverage by life threatening swirls sent forth by a humanity that has lost its humanity, lost its remaining shreds of decency, morality tossed aside. Decency, truth, even sanity are shredded, torn asunder from all directions - outer rims and inner foundations, the very basis of civilization.
We are so lost. Law enforcement personnel arrest counter demonstrators opposing pro Hamas, pro terror parades of chanting, mindless people who have set aside independence of thought and joined the mobs. These mobs are toxic, stealing sense from within and without, causing literal fear for one's physical safety, for life itself, conspicuously among Jews. The threat is physical, visible. The ugliness of evil echoes, filling the air with chants of hate, faces distorted by that hate and anticipation of bloodshed. Hypnotized by the rhythms of hatred, the mob grows, joined by those who long have desired to be part of the crowd, welcomed, where once they sat alone.
The mob has lost individuality, given it over willingly by those ceding the privilege and formidable responsibility of independent thought and decision. Shedding the ability, the necessity to discern Truth from Falsehood, Evil from Good, Life from Death, they rejoice as the responsibility, the onus of these decisions is removed from their shoulders. Instead, they lose themselves within newly relegitmized bloodlust and primitive societal mores. But it is the protesters of this downfall of mankind who are arrested.
Look around. Where are we? How have we gotten here? Is there transportation to take us back? Even a road to walk upon? Do we wish to board or walk that bumpy road in the right Direction? Do we even have sufficient remnants, shreds of bravery, morality, decency, sanity itself, to accompany us on this difficult journey of return? More important, do sufficient numbers wish to do so?
Truthfully, the answers are beyond my ability to bring forth with any bit of confidence. I fear the reality that we now are living within and the awful to contemplate intensification of it. How do we ever recover from a life now overflowing with literal threats to life and limb? What are Jews, me, supposed to do as yet again evil is growing ever more powerful, ever more dominant in a society that has lost its way, consumed by evil, lusting after it. Internalizing it faster and faster.
I do not know, nor will I ever understand the ways of mankind nor the ways of G-d. My Yitzy, our Yitzy, is in dire condition. The outlook is not positive at all. This sweet boy is apparently too good for the likes of this evil world, and so, perhaps in protective manner G-d wishes to take him home. To be welcomed into the warmth, the love, the light of Shamayim, of G-d's home.
Well, we down here are opposed. We want to keep Yitzy with us. We love him so that our hearts are breaking, our very souls are pleading with the One Above to heal him, allow us to keep him with us. The world certainly needs such a role model. Let him live. Let him heal. Let him fill a need, for certainly, perhaps selfishly, we need him, want him, cannot contemplate the awful possibility of losing him. NO!!!!!!!
Heal him, Lord. Let him remain with us. The emptiness, the darkness, the grief, that he will leave behind is not right. G-d, hear my voice and the voices of so many. Change Your mind and allow us the gift of Yitzy. Surely, he can do more for humankind here, on earth, an example, a role model, one who charms all and fills them with hope.
I am so angry with you, G-d. My heart rages. My tears overflow and it is a wonder that there remain more tears. How is it possible that this beautiful child, with a beauty within and without, will be gone, ripped from our hearts, our souls, our every atom? Why do You need this child of 13? Why? He is so beloved. Please, I plead, heal him, heal him so he might live on and do so much good for humanity. A child of 13. He belongs with his earthly family.
NO!!! NO!!!
This cannot be. Please, I beg, a miracle. Not for me, but for his parents, so good, so deep of faith, for his siblings who love him so, for the extended family who adore him, for the world which has been raising its collective voice to You for almost a year.
And yes, perhaps selfishly, for me, for Gerry, as we are so overwhelmed with the thought of such a loss, how are we ever to deal with a reality?
NO, we need him to be healed by Your power and love.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Please.
Yitzchok Elimelech ben Chana Sarah
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