I stand there with my years’ worth of baggage. Praying for another year
Our Father, Our King.
What is a father?
If as children, have mercy on us as a father has mercy on his children, and if as subjects…
I stand there with my years’ worth of baggage. Praying for another year.
I know the meshalim.
The boat out at sea, the boy on the shore waving. “Why are you waving?” asks a passerby, “He won’t see you.”
“He’s looking out for me. Because the captain is my father.”
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