We shine. We feed others. We share our bread- not out of guilt, but inevitably. We become a tributary of love that has tasted lack and overflowed. We become walking sanctuaries, lit with G-d’ s seeing.
B’ tzelem Elohim. I shall make you a re-presentation of Me.
In the image of the One who weeps, may we transmute our grief into the love we so desperately need. And so it is. And so it shall be. Baruch Hashem. Ken y’ hi ratzon.
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