In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
Forty years ago I learned the secret of the tears at Kever Rashbi. Now, as we cry together, I feel compelled to share it
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
I glimpse the infinitely unknowable face of G-d and I tremble
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
When the pain is unbearable, we know that it’s only Hashem’s existence and mercy that can fill that void, that “makom”
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
When a day of glory turns into a day of unspeakable loss, there is only one reaction for the religious Jew
In the Arms of Rabi Shimon
It struck me that those who perished in Meron gave us a parting gift
