The Sobbing God - Poem by Paul Hartal
It was 1942 in the Warsaw Ghetto
And Rabbi Kalonymos Shapiro posed a question:
Did the God of Israel abandon his people?
And then he heard the voice of Jeremiah:
“My soul shall weep in secret places
And my eye shall weep sore and run down with tears
Because the Lord’s flock is carried away captive.”
As the dark days descended on the earth
And the flames engulfed the ghetto
The Lord bitterly sobbed,
Mourned in agony the innocent souls.
But God hid his tears in inner chambers.
He wept lonely in solitude
He concealed his immeasurable sorrow.
For, the Lord loves the world immensely
He suffers silently with his infinite pain.
Had his boundless grief touched the world
It would destroy it.
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