""And a man found her, and, behold, she was lost in the field. And the man asked her, saying, What seekest thou? And she said, I seek my brethren: tell me where they feed.""
And they are scattered among us, in our home. They are our brothers, our sons, our family.
They see and are not seen, sometimes they are lost, and sometimes they are mistaken. But all in all, they ask, "Tell me: Where are they? Where are my shepherd brothers?"
The stormy day is around And in the heart, a burning pain. After all, it is 'my brother, I seek.' And the silent cry is not heard.
Those entrusted with the role of listening ear do not hear, and if they do, they do not listen. Once again, bundles of bullets are released, and they divide the soul, leaving behind wounded boys, bleeding on the battlefield, lost and misguided. Outside, a sword will strike and terror will enter.
And instead of lending a hand, leaning on a shoulder, harsh sentences are thrown into the air, without distinction, without thought, without mercy.
""Here is the husband of this dream" - and the boy is just waiting, maybe there will be someone who will stop the train that is speeding through the dance of swords, maybe there will be someone who will say: "We have not prepared a soul... do not shed blood... for the sake of saving him from blood, to return him to his father.".
Where are you, Reuben? "And Reuben heard and saved him from death"?
And now, precisely these days, perhaps this is an opportunity for further thought, for thinking outside the box.
Maybe we'll still be able to light the candles, we'll look for the little bit of oil. In all the darkness, in the abyss, one small tin is enough, and then we can light the wicks.
It's true that sometimes there are things that are hard to see, but we have to be careful of the wind so that it doesn't blow out the candles. And we have to remember that we don't have permission to use them - only to see.
And outside, everything seems pitch black, unclear, scary and dangerous. But a little light peeking through the window of the house, from that lamp standing in the corner, will still shine and become a torch!
Let's just believe it's possible, let's believe he can.
We will know that I don't understand everything, that I don't always feel what he feels. We will pray to the Creator that we will know how to change what is possible, that we will accept what is impossible, and that we will know how to distinguish between them.
May we know that we are the ones who can light the fuses so that they will stand. Strong against strong winds that blow hard outside and extinguish the souls.
And at the same time, we will not use candlelight, 'lest it tilt' and the lights go out.
We pray that every young man will know that he can, and has the power to, illuminate an entire world, a world and its fullness, and that no one will stop him.
• Rabbi Yisrael Abramovsky, head of the Torah and Halacha Seminary'
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