על אלה אני בוכיה
As I was reciting מגילת איכה last night, I couldn’t help realizing that although the megilah is like a time capsule, it is a capsule that was left open.
The pain of the חורבן never stopped continuing in its own form and shape throughout our generations.
And I couldn’t help letting go and just bawling over our actual present חורבן..
I cry over our siblings in Am Yisroel that have given up hope to ever be redeemed.
I cry over our siblings that don’t even know that there’s a promise of redemption. They have no inclination of hope for a better tomorrow.
I cry over our sibling that have given up.
I cry over our siblings that don’t know that they have siblings as being a part of Am yisroel.
I cry over those that are alone.
I cry over the ability to be around people and still feel alone.
I cry over the abused.
I cry over the misunderstood.
I cry over the self hate.
I cry over the hate.
I cry over the young ill children, adolescents, teens, adults, and elderly, suffering from cancer and other illnesses.
I cry over young children already suffering from anxiety and/or Depression.
I cry over brokenhearted teens and adults that are too worn from pain of living.
I cry over the alienated and conflicted.
I cry over the confused.
I cry over the ones that feel unwanted or unnecessary in this world.
I cry for the rejected of schools and Yeshivos.
I cry for the schools’ fear of their students.
I cry over the ones that feel unloved.
I cry over the ones that can’t connect feel or beleive the love of Hashem.
I cry for the possible fact that it was stolen of them.
I cry for the negatively judged.
I cry for self hate and self judgment.
I cry for hate.
I cry for fear of every type.
And as the day moved over to Chatzos,
I yearn and I hope.
And I see.
I see love from one Jew to another.
I see a global yearning for unity.
I see a deep desire to connect.
I see a deep desire to allow ourselves and each one of us to be our own selves.
I see a desire to connect to each other’s in our diversity without judgment.
I see countless organizations giving round the clock shiurim on rebuilding.
I see countless lectures on kovod habrios.
I see broken confused hearts and souls that just wanna be good.
I see huge organizations growing up and expanding beyond what was ever in history.
I see parents yearning to understand and just connect to their children in the most supportive and loving way.
I see allot of attuning happening all over progressively, in effort to understand the needs of the generation and each others.
I see hope.
I see rebuilding.