On February 11, 2013, Rosh Chodesh Adar 5773, I BELIEVE poured from my heart, with HaShem’s help. Today, years later in February 2019, it’s Adar Aleph 5779, and still I hold firm and my heart cries out:
“I believe in the sun when it is not shining.
I believe in love even when feeling it not.
I believe in G-d even when He is silent.”
— words of Holocaust victims, found on the walls of their hiding place.
If I could add to those words—
I believe in G-d’s voice in music, to hold me and carry me.
No matter how sorrowful the melody.
I believe in G-d’s gift of family.
No matter the distance forced between us continuously.
I believe in G-d’s graces given to me.
No matter their suffocating deeply.
I believe in G-d’s love in me.
No matter it struggling painfully.
I believe in G-d’s angels of mercy,
No matter I can’t see.
I believe in G-d’s justice for all humanity.
No matter the indifference surrounding me.
I believe in G-d’s magnanimity.
No matter man’s cruelty.
I believe in G-d’s sovereignty.
No matter He has been abandoned by man’s folly.
I believe G-d is always here for me.
No matter the doubts and insecurity.
I believe I must believe in G-d, faithfully.
No matter the challenges before me.
I believe G-d’s voice is His music yearning within me. No matter the discord torturing me.
—dedicated to all who were killed by Nazi atrocities, and those who endure the ongoing deceit of Amalek