Saturday, February 27, 2016

The star in my window



This, is one of the Torah Scrolls at the beautiful Temple my heart calls home.
It was liberated by the Allied Forces at the end of WWII. Found in a Nazi warehouse. There was no record of where it had originated, & even if there had been, chances are good there wasn't anything for it to be returned to.
At some point during its sad journey, it had been set on fire.... not while it was safely stowed away, closed in the Ark.
But, instead while it was open for reading.
Was the Rabbi alone, when Hell descended?
Was he leading a Service?
How many people were ripped away from their families that day? Did they have anything to return to?
Was anyone left?
People died for this.
For what, G-d?
Because someone said a group of folks were inferior, & the cause of all the worldly problems.
Get them taken care of, & it would be a utopian society-
life would be grand, & lollipops all the time.





NEVER AGAIN