THE King of Endless Glory
The Holocaust
What words can I use or say? How can I possibly express the grandeur and horror of One whose mere mention brings into the worlds, worlds upon worlds? I do not have the words.
How can I begin to reflect upon the concept of endlessness without spiralling into an abyss of confusion? Where do I begin? I have no reflection.
Where do I search for ONE who is unsearchable in the midst of unconquerable pain and terror in which I see my own brother killed by my own hand? I am at a loss.
When do I find the solution to the unfathomable question? The question without end. Time has no meaning for me any longer.
Why, O King of the Universe, do I see only suffering? Be with me as I intone the Kaddish for all those you have given me. May they have endless lives of infinite glory in יחוח.
