My father’s final Shabbat with the shul he and my mother founded thirty-six years ago. I am here to lead the service with my band. And with him. For the last time on the pulpit we shared for five years. It is, in my father’s words, in order to keep things from being maudlin.
I will find words to describe what I am not yet able to express. After. Not now. I cannot…
Instead, I will bind myself to the Melody…and be swept upward.
Music’s Power
(c) Rabbi Menachem Creditor
Music’s Power can
shatter equilibrium,
draw hot tears,
defy language’s limitations,
span the firmament,
conjure times long gone,
and refill a heart’s dwindling reserves.
Are you ready to let it in?
Are you brave enough to sing?
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Shabbat shalom to you and your family on what I’m sure will be an oh-so bittersweet occasion.
Thank you so much, my friend.
I’m coming to sing, but I’ll bring some tissues.
The tears of the soul do not leave streaks. The ones of the eyes…
xo
Shabbat shalom and much love to all of you.
And to you and AK.
And sing to the rafters you did. It was a bittersweet Shabbat….but as always, both you and Dad were the ultimate professionals and held it together as best as possible. I began shedding tears the moment I saw you. Thank you for bringing beauty and love to where ever you are. Our lives are deeply enriched by you and your Dad. And will be forever. Love to you.
And to you.
Confession: I have no clue how we held it together.
What a pleasure to find someone who tkihns through the issues
Your family is so cool. Very moving post and wish I could be there to watch/listen.
It was a sublime moment. Still trying to find the words. Stay tuned…