It took a long bath and a lot of soothing before my son was clean, calm, and coherent enough to explain
It tells of a tzaddik who wonders why a leaf fell from a tree. He asks the leaf, the branch, the wind, and finally, the Ultimate Boss, Who reveals that the leaf fell to shield a kleiner verimel, a little worm, from the sun’s heat.
In the care shown to a little worm, I feel cared for, too. I think about the song when I experience kleiner verimel moments, when I’m gifted with a glimpse of a chain of events orchestrated for me.
Like the time my three-year-old fell into a ditch.
When my son burst into the bungalow Sunday morning, drenched, filthy, and crying hysterically about having fallen into the water and being unable to get out, I was mystified. I couldn’t think of any place that jibed with his description.
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