Tisha B'Av 5759 It is Tisha B'Av, 5759. Moshiach has still not revealed himself. We contemplate the deep sadness of Eicha. We shed tears reciting Kinos. Why so long? Why? I stare out over the heads of these mourners. "Why, G-d? Why so much evil? Why are we still in golus?" My mind's eye is filled with a vision. Letters. Filling the air above us. Hebrew letters. They are jumbled, mixed up, incoherent. This is why. These are the letters of creation, of Torah. These are the words that we should have kept pure. But we distorted them broke them. And they spell more chaos than Holy order. The vision changes. The letters are no longer black. They have become transparent, like blocks of crystal. Shattered crystal broken like a thousand pieces of a diamond puzzle. As if part of primordial prism they refract and filter a higher light. But it dances incoherently. In its wholeness it was a lens. It should be focusing that light into an ordered and holy world. But it is shattered. I know we must put the letters back, and in so doing rebuild the lens and allow G-dly light to once again shine as our Creator intended. How? If all of creation is letters, then each part of it must be elevated, used for holy purpose and its letters will resume their proper place. With the performance of every commandment we rebuild the words. With every sin (G-d forbid!) we break them apart again. When they are in place, the light of G-d will shine once again in this world. Moshiach will be revealed. And we will offer our thanksgiving sacrifices at the Eternal Beis HaMikdash. -Shoshana Shoshana's Page