Each teardrop from Shomayim,
splashes into the reservoir of dreams,
ripples out in concentric circles,
across the dismayed nations,
into the hearts of mankind.
Our tears are His, pouring through us,
enabling us to retain our own sense of humanity;
for without tears, there are only stifled emotions,
wherein pain endures, unless expressed in words.
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I shall not refrain from writing,
nor from dwelling on what is uniquely tragic,
as long as my sense of compassion outweighs
any negative feelings that may arise,
in response to this burden, that I bear.
Such is our faithfulness towards G-d as well –
that He will bestow upon us a measure of faith,
commensurate with our ability to serve Him.
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