On Shabbath even the souls trapped in the hell they made get respite from their suffering.
I pray for my soul, for my wife, for my daughters, for the other families across Israel and Iran and Lebanon.
I pray because missiles and bombs, raving lunatics and angry crowds, would rather I didn’t. Would rather I give in to despair and acquiesce to madness and sign over my soul for false promises and illusions.
Or would rather I only prayed for my blood, my tribe, the children waving my flag.
That can not be my prayer.
I pray for us all:
May it be a Shabbath of peace.
May it be a Shabbath of blessing.
May it be a Shabbath of quiet.