In a foreign and unnerving setting, a hospital ward, there came an extraordinary moment, a shared whisper between two souls, wrapped in the sacred shroud of serenity. This heavenly ballet was enacted on the humble stage of a noisy, strange room. An angelic soul, nestled on the bed, stretched out his little hand towards me. His tiny fist secured around my pinky as we silently sang a melody of our profound connection.
His innocent eyes, shimmering pools of trust, held onto mine, forming an unspoken sonnet of pure adoration. In this intimate world of ours, time was suspended, reality blurred, and all that prevailed was this silent dialogue, a wordless tale of love and trust.
As this silent symphony unfolded between us, the spiritual notes of ‘Lekatchila Ariber’ began to resonate, becoming clearer and more meaningful. This Niggun, imbued with profound Chassidic philosophy and the spirit of overcoming all barriers, enveloped us in its harmony. This enchanting melody gently lulled my precious gift into the land of dreams, his gaze softly dimming, yet never leaving mine until sleep tenderly cloaked him.
In this moment, my heart fluttered with a sense of awe and overwhelming gratitude. What good deed had I done, what merit had I earned to be bestowed with such a precious blessing from Hashem? My heart swelled with joy, a joy not of earthly possession, but of a divine gift, a heavenly bond.
This angel, a gift from Hashem, was a testament to His divine love. As I watched him surrender to the rhythm of the Niggun and the pull of sleep, I was humbled by the breathtaking beauty of this moment. It wasn’t merely a sliver of time, but a sacred memory forever etched in my soul, a testament to a bond that dances on the strings of the divine.
This is my gift, my blessing from Hashem. A tidal wave of gratitude wells within me, as I am humbled and enchanted by this divine dance of life. Standing on the precipice of this magical encounter, my deepest thanksgiving rises to Hashem for His bountiful and infinite blessings.
