for a loved one lost...

19 teves:

Death’s dew drips off her lips, as her last breath escapes.

 Her reflection fades, the lack of her roar deafens as I cry oceans in the wake of her passing.

As her candle flickers out,

& her flame soars,

Finally free of its earthly shackles;

I should be rejoicing over her breacking of bondage,

I ought to be smiling for her rediscovered light.

But I weep, sob & wail like a spoiled prince,

Only selfishly feeling the hole in MY world,

The fresh void, that rips through my heart & soul, like one.

I’m blinded by the mountains of grief in my path,

The falsity of this realm,

All the more real to me.

Yet,

I find my voice,

my voice to acknowledge

, my voice of tranquility,

A voice which is not really mine at all,

Rather a voice embodied by the pain of millions of tears from a Father,

Now reunited with His daughter

Whilst all the while feeling the pain of those who lost her.

With this cry, with this shout, I solemnly utter & declare “Yisgadal V’yiskadesh…..”