Praying for the day when violence will vanish from the Earth. Cantors belting out songs of shalom in between pogroms, singing songs of peace as bullets fly, calling for G-d to stop the trains as they freight Jews to death camps, all while dreaming of dancing in a meadow under fruit trees among flowers playing violins, picking on the strings songs like Kol Nidre, to bow our heads in song, to stand facing east, to always keep our faith in one G-d, to resonate our voices strongly as we pray to our G-d, the name, the HASHEM, to seek Him out in your darkest hour and in the brightest sunlight, to have Him no matter what or who or what will not or who will not.
To keep your chin up and to walk with pride and integrity, as the Cantor sings, as she shoots out fireworks from her lungs, and rides her horse from sunset to sunset, calling upon congregants to gather, to worship Elohim, to hear her voice crying in the rain, to cry from your eyes the sound of joy, to catch the salty tears with your tongue, and to forever be hydrated, to never have to cry again.
To hear her, and to seek her, and to love the music as it resounds in and out of your ears. To stand tall and to stand with Israel, at a free Kotel, a Kotel now available to both men and women. The justice has prevailed, the equality of the sexes has been honored, and we can see and hear this beauty in the song of the Cantors.
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