But in town, what? In Bratslav or Zlatipolia, surrounded by crowds? What can one do? Try to take some comfort: a single person's prayers God may reject; but in @3shul@1, in a @3minyan@1, bound up with the prayers and the hearts of others, surely, the Lord will hear your supplication. And when that idea fails to comfort? Then, as the Rebbe said, "One can dance such a small and delicate dance that no one can see. And also one can scream in a still, small voice, making a great scream that no one else can hear, without a sound, a scream in the silence, a scream your mind imagines that penetrates your being. And all being." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM IF HE SHOULD COME by EDWIN MARKHAM |