Thursday, May 23, 2013

Sinagoga de Ipanema

Wrapped in a mandala tapestry akin to a tallit, I stood on the stone pulpit pier of the beach of Ipanema.  Wrapped in clouds, the jagged mountains in the distance towered over the beach like giant stone minarets.  The fringes of my prayershawl fluttered in the sea breeze, and I offered my prayers to vast ocean, as my words were swallowed by the crashing white waves:

Oh Lord, My God,
I pray that these days never end
The sand and the seas
The rush of the water
The crash of the heavens
The prayers of man
-Hannah Szenes

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