Making sense out of sensless things

Shabbat morning- I sang(in a tuneless tone deaf manner of speaking) some of the Shabbat morning prayers to Judah. He lays in his bed, immobile, with tubes pushing fluids into his body, with tubes taking fluids out of his body. It reminds me of a passage in the novel Catch 22- the paraphrase is avoid the middle man just put input tubes to out put tubes. In his hand is the stone from Biblical times, in our broken hearts a prayers of all kinds, prayers for refuah shelemah, prayers to give us another day, prayers for the care givers to be strong and vigilant, prayers of thanks giving for all we have had, prayers for every one in this building, prayers for every one who is suffering, prayers for wonderful friends and family. This is truly a spirital palace. As I walk into the modern glass and steel building, I pass thru an arcade of tall magnolia trees whose spires reach into the pale sky. Last night, we made a motzei underneath these giants. We can watch the moon rise and the planets shine brightly. Soft warm air flows over us as we eat a Shabbat meal, some times Hilda's, Rachel's Judy E's. For a moment we forget all the sadness and difficulties. Often we lay down directly on the grass, and just let the moment over take us. No tears, just peace, and once again prayers. Not formal prayers found in Liturgy books, not fancy prose, most often just a "Dear G-d".

As the day continues, Judah is stable. We are grateful for another day.

Shabbat Shalom to all
M