My past has faded away into nothing
Leaving shreds of longing.
The sea.
The sound of the waves.
My mother’s voice
The feel of my sister’s hair as she slept,
her head in my lap.
The story of Shmuel the Glazier: File under “Lessons for Life”
Miracles do happen, sometimes, to some people. But we still have to be fast on our feet to make any use of them. Shmuel the Glazier points the way.
