The Siren Started

The siren started and my soul awoke.

I prayed for rahamim, divine compassion.

For the nation and for the souls of those who gave their lives for our future.

I prayed that in their merit and in the merit of their good deeds, sacrifices, and ultimate sanctification of the idea of the God of life – we would all be granted liberation and redemption.

I prayed for unity among the people.

I prayed that the powers of our enemies would be weakened.

I prayed that the hostages would go free.

It was an עת רצון and so I prayed, in silent harmony together with millions of my brothers and sisters.

And the siren faded, but my soul could not return to its slumber.