I became the lion and fed my parentless sister. With her honeycomb I made candles. We lived alone in the holy city. In my dreams, I met her infant self and she became my daughter. I became the mother.

I find it in Hashem.

I find contentment written in letters I have saved. I find it when I pray or on our path to the gate. That is the importance of the gate, I bring my daughter to it every day. Of ash, one becomes without it. She saved me. I became the lion.

Comments are closed.