Sunday, June 14, 2009


Dear God,

You really hurt me very badly this time. I don't think it can be undone.
I am very fragile.
This is what comes of living in a glass room.
Please let me out soon.


P.S. This time, I built You a whole palace, not a mere rose. I think it is enough.


Tzvi Feifel said...

Is this the same God about whom you so recently remarked: "God ensured that I would be well-cared for and happy; He is good. I apologize for my mistrust"?

Anonymous said...

chana responded to this issue:

The Stuff Of Which Our Souls Are Made"

Joel Rich

Aaron said...

Chana,two things come to mind:

"Women are clear-headed, they are more creative and for this reason, sometimes, also more fragile."
Emma Bonino



Have you ever needed someone
To take the fragile pieces of your heart
And wrap careful hands
Deep within the cushioning cotton of his own?
Someone who can pull you close,
When you're feeling so alone
Who speaks not a word,
But knows how to touch you
In that one special place
That lets you know you are still alive?
Someone who can look into your eyes
And see past the darkness
That has come to cloud your soul.
Someone who finds that one spark of caring,
Who nutures it back to life...
The one special someone
Who can wrap around you with his body
And give your soul a hug,
Your heart ease...

Author: Anonymous

AK said...

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
Rainer Maria Rilke