It isn't so much that my mind is a blank it is that I'm in a bleh place right now. I wish I were with the marchers, but I couldn't go because of other pressing obligations. I wish I were in a tent, as are friends of ours, in Shirat Hayam.
I feel guilty, I feel there must be something, there should be something else that I can do, should do, for my fellow Jews. I'm left with prayer.
And maybe that is the lesson here. Prayer. Our first and last stop on the way to anything.
So here it is: I pray for the safety of those who are marching and those who are lliving in the Gush or who have gone there to protect their brethern. I pray that the disengagement will not go through. I pray that a real peace can be found between Israel and the rest of the world, and most of all I pray as the Artist did, with the sincerity of the young and the purity of the heart of the innocnet, that the Moshiach will come, and come now.
G-d, we need the Moshiach. Whether we are ready or not, please, let the times of peace and knowledge of You come.
Posted by Rachel Ann at July 18, 2005 08:26 PM | TrackBack