It is so quiet as I stand here,
confused, unsure, out of place.
I feel like I don't belong here,
So why have I come?
On this hot day,
when I could be doing anything,
touring, shopping, hanging out with friends,
I chose to come here, and stand in silent prayer.
People have dreamed of this all their lives.
To come to Eretz Yisroel, and pray at graves of holy tzaddikim.
But here I stand, not sure why I've come,
with nothing to say.
Prayer. It is something I do every day, more than once.
In hebrew, from a siddur, or words straight from my heart, to G-d's ears.
I don't know if G-d listens, but I know He hears.
I don't know if He cares, but I try.
A holy man, passed on long ago, burried here.
Be the wings for my prayers,
be the envalope for my letter,
put in a good word for me up there with G-d.
But I feel selfish.
What have I done for you, to merit your help?
You don't know me. I am a nameless soul, a living being.
I stand out in this graveyard, where all are dead, and I am alive.
So why do I come?
Because people have told me to,
Because it is a good thing to do.
Because it is a custom passed down through the ages.
Except these are not reasons, they are explanations.
I don't know why I come. And as I mumble chapters of tehillim,
and pray for health, shidduchim, parnassa, happiness, safety,
and all the other things I ask for,
I ask G-d to help me make sense of it all.
It makes no sense to me, but I pray.
It makes no sense to me, but I come.
I makes no sense to me,
but I hope that one day, it will all become clear.
And someday soon, I will not need to stand in a graveyard and pray.
There will be no graveyards.
I will not stand out as a living being amongst the dead,
because very soon, with G-d's help, they will be dead no more.
confused, unsure, out of place.
I feel like I don't belong here,
So why have I come?
On this hot day,
when I could be doing anything,
touring, shopping, hanging out with friends,
I chose to come here, and stand in silent prayer.
People have dreamed of this all their lives.
To come to Eretz Yisroel, and pray at graves of holy tzaddikim.
But here I stand, not sure why I've come,
with nothing to say.
Prayer. It is something I do every day, more than once.
In hebrew, from a siddur, or words straight from my heart, to G-d's ears.
I don't know if G-d listens, but I know He hears.
I don't know if He cares, but I try.
A holy man, passed on long ago, burried here.
Be the wings for my prayers,
be the envalope for my letter,
put in a good word for me up there with G-d.
But I feel selfish.
What have I done for you, to merit your help?
You don't know me. I am a nameless soul, a living being.
I stand out in this graveyard, where all are dead, and I am alive.
So why do I come?
Because people have told me to,
Because it is a good thing to do.
Because it is a custom passed down through the ages.
Except these are not reasons, they are explanations.
I don't know why I come. And as I mumble chapters of tehillim,
and pray for health, shidduchim, parnassa, happiness, safety,
and all the other things I ask for,
I ask G-d to help me make sense of it all.
It makes no sense to me, but I pray.
It makes no sense to me, but I come.
I makes no sense to me,
but I hope that one day, it will all become clear.
And someday soon, I will not need to stand in a graveyard and pray.
There will be no graveyards.
I will not stand out as a living being amongst the dead,
because very soon, with G-d's help, they will be dead no more.
Altie,
ReplyDeleteyour words are sensational, you reach to people because you experience what we all experience . You are just lucky enough to have the talent to put it into words for us. Thank you for writing down everything because you reach to the depth of all of us in a way that we can connect to because you know and feel what we go through. Thank you for writing on your blog.
from a fan
Thanks sweety! It is always a pleasure to hear from a 'fan'. I'm happy I inspire you, for that is what I aim to do.
ReplyDeleteThanks for letting me know what you think, because though I do agree with you that I write well, (no ego involved there ;) every person needs to hear encouragement, and I do doubt myself sometimes. So thank you.
Altie, u know who this fan is but in any case everyone doubts themselves once in a while but we have the encouragements of our friends and family to know that they care and don't doubt u
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Thank you sweety, you don't know how much that means to me. I emailed you, so it would be more personal, but just know that your words went straight to my heart, and it means so much to me, especially coming from you.
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