At The Azkara Of A Very Good Man Poem by Shalom Freedman

AT THE AZKARAH OF A VERY GOOD MAN

The rain came down as if it were the end of the world
Perhaps it was
Perhaps it is
It wasn't a funeral-
An Azkarah a Sheloshim an unveiling
It poured down upon us as if we had all the feeling of rocks and trees
Nothing mattered
The memorial words were said
The family knew the pain of losing their most loved one
The friends paid their respect
What difference does it make what is said here?
The human beings have a stone to return to and honor
And in heaven the angels have a human like one of them
Whose holy feet will never touch the earth again-