I stood there with my cup, holding it in a moment of forever, the siddur in my hand, my eyes only seeing those words. The fire of felt abandonment flared, crackling with the cool water tossed upon it. Each time I saw the words once more, tears sprung up again and rolled down my cheeks, telling me, again and again…. Love… and with desire….
People may come and go… and I never know, and I can feel so much pain…
But in this one small moment, I know that in an eternity of forever, my Father in heaven is telling me that, no matter what….
He is sending me a gift of love.Tirtza S.
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