Hashem, I met a man today, drowning in his own pain. He didn't want to talk. He had to struggle just to want to breathe. He had decided to hide from the world and he had succeeded. But could he hide from glimmer of hope within himself that would not stop believing in life? Could he hide from his own desire to be alive and in the world? Would he succeed in committing spiritual suicide? If I try to help him would his light grow or would my heavy-handed touch extinguish the delicate, struggling flame?
Hashem, if there has to be pain in this world, why must it come to those who feel it so deeply? How can the giver of life bear to withhold his gift? O G-d, does the pain reach your heart as well? If I could bless G-d, I would bless him to take pain from the world so he would not have to feel it or see his creatures in pain anymore.
Could it be that Hashem turned the whole world and created everything as it is just to taste the sweetness of one of the thousands of tears this man sheds?
My G-d is a god that needs a man to cry. My G-d is a god that enfolds a man in his wings, catching every tear as it falls on his wingtips and lowers each tear gently to the ground to water and sustain the earth. My G-d is a god that cannot cry first but echoes the cries of every man, each echo a promise of redemption. This is how my G-d cries.
My G-d is a god that laughs.