heard vile hate speech . We heard the voices of the hostages - our family - weeping . We also heard laughter under the chuppah , our grandchildren ’ s first words , Taylor Swift ’ s new album . We heard birdsong on a spring morning . We heard our beloved tell us they love us for the first time , for the 1000th time .
When there are no words , there is shofar , the voice of God : “ I was whole , I became broken , I will be whole again .” A hundred times : Whole , broken , whole
When there are no words , there is shofar - the vibration of God moving through us , allowing us to express our fear and yearning , allowing us to open to the fear and yearning all around us , crying out in one wordless , endless , perfect voice : “ I was whole , I became broken , I will be whole again .” A hundred times : Whole , broken , whole
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