From You comes my beginning. From day to day I am born in You.
My father was Jewish and my mother was Jewish. Life cut the cord and soaked me in a bath of ashes, an ocean of tears, screams, and blood.
No one came to wash me, to lift me up, to hold me in their gaze. No one looked over when I, we were falling into the pit of hell, the inferno set ablaze by Your raging creatures, those black-winged angels.
We were thrown into the ground, into the water, into oblivion, so that no one would remember us.
The earth swallowed us and the water carried us away.
You silently watched Your people being reduced to dust.
My heart closed up like a tombstone.
I turned against You without knowing who You were, in the face of Your blindness, Your deafness, Your perverted creation.
Today I can still hear the whirlwind of groans praising You, imploring You, calling You by Your name, before being consumed by flames.
At eighty-four, You are inviting me to embrace those millions of innocents who now share in Your Glory.
I seek Your face, God of the day and of the night.
I place in front of You these thousands of burnt suns.
May I offer You these glowing embers now they are at peace.