A memorial for baby Ravid Chaim
A memorial for baby Ravid Chaim, ניי
You have a name
A whisper of life,
Not for this world
below,
Where breath can vanish
Like a fleeting puff.
But up there
There, you are
Neshama,
A soul of infinite worth,
Cradled in your mother’s arms,
warm, welcomed,
Rejoicing in the
Black and White.
What do we know
of how it is up there?
Perhaps tiny Chaim
Lives in a world of Love,
Never knowing the
ugliness down here.
All he felt:
The harsh glare of lights,
The prick of needles,
The ache of strange sounds,
Yet one delight:
Father’s hold,
The shield of his
touch,
A fleeting love
In this broken world.
Down here,
We have the Iron Dome,
But above,
a mother‘s magnetic
Love,
Hashem‘s necessity
For tiny angels
To guard the deeds
of those below.
Erased Ravid,
Became Chaim above.