The Pain of the World

On a clear night, when everyone is asleep.  I feel the pain of the world. I feel it. And there is nothing I can do about it. It hurts, but if I complain too much, I end up tuning people out. People zone out because no one wants to know about it, no one wants to feel so helpless.

Nevertheless I feel the pain.

Its as if the world is one person and its dying. Struggling to breath its last breath, it fights mightily for that breath. I think I'm near the head whispering at it to find the will to live again. Then I move to the heart pleading and appealing to it to rouse itself. Then I move again hoping to show it, its own crown...wanting to place it back on its head.

Alas...

Shall I make love to it? just as some say an embryo gets life, gets more and more spirit when the parents join, shall I try to infuse it with spirit? Shall I whisper sweet nothings to it, until it pleases?

And who am I? I am black, but comely! I am young, but can bring down great things! I am small but do much good in the world! I am black, but comely.

And I admit, the distractions lured me away and I cared not for you....A long time this was....I was more interested in watching tv, in listening to music, in fussing with my own preoccupation and did not care about the world, the spirit of the world...I did not hear the knocking ...

I pray its not too late. I pray that in my own little way, I can do my part in infusing life...in uplifting the Shekhina...in reminding the world of Gan Eden, Paradise and bliss that this world can be...if only...

I feel the pain of the world...