"Your Belife at Night"

At the moment when words fail me, I turn to the masters, the ones who posses the magic to find the right words to express every feeling in the emotional spectrum.

In this time of heavy, deep, and painful darkness I turn to king David, three thousand years ago, in the deserts of southern Israel, harp in hand, he sang the following words: “To say your kindness in the morning and your belief at night.” In the morning, when the sun shines, when we feel the closeness, we do not sing our belief, we have kindness. Our belief is reserved for the midnight, when we can’t even attempt to understand what’s happening in the darkness around us, we must believe.

In this time of great pain I turn to my brothers for a feeling of connection, like a family in mourning we try to stick together. I open and read every email carefully. One email hits me. “Our belief must be steadfast, it must be the same as it was on Wednesday morning.”

Our belief must be steadfast, however we can never be the same as we were on Wednesday morning. On Wednesday morning it was morning, we experienced kindness. Now, it’s dark we must begin to believe. We believe, we believe that this tragedy did not happen at random. A world was shattered, lives was shattered, our life must never be the same, we must be completely transformed.

I’m not sure how, but all the negativity in our life, all of the pettiness must be shattered. We must be totally transformed people, we must become a little like the Holtzbergs HY”D.

May the day come when we can once again sing hashem’s kindness, not just his belief.