During
my walk, I had repeated this hassidic melody that was on my mind. The
Hebrew words were just flowing out of my mouth, creating and
re-creating an abundant flow of syllables in the loving presence of
Hashem.
The
Hebrew language got me plugged in again. My feet were on earth, but
my soul was walking in Heaven.
On
my way back home, I noticed some old rabbi before me heading towards
the same direction as I-or so I thought.
Several
times, the old rabbi looked backwards and also went backwards, which
gave me the occasion to observe him. He looked like one of these old
men of wisdom. His hair was mixed, brown and gray.
As
he seemed to turn over for the third time, I asked him: “ are you
looking for a specific place, Sir?”
The
rabbi glanced at me and smiled. I could read much loving kindness
inside of him. He replied to me: “ No, thank you.” And the
beautiful smile he let me see remained in his face. His traits
strangely reminded me of the rabbi from my hometown, who died a few
years ago. I read so much kindness and humbleness in this man who
accidentally crossed my road.
I
had sung songs of Heaven and Yeshua had sent me a rabbi to show me a
reflection of His own mercies.
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