Magnified and sanctified be His great name in the world which he created according to his will.
Was this His will? Was it? Was this His design? Was Sol His careful creation? Was this ineffability? Was his will to be so complicated and complete that Sol would never be able to know it? Know it in his heart, in his bones?
V’yamlich malchutei b’chayeichon uvyomeichon uvchayei d’chol bet Yisrael.
+Sol had long since picked up on the rhythm of his mourning, on the rhythm of the Kaddish.
+First he would weep.
+Then he would curse.
+Then he would question.
+Then, as now, he would sneer.
+His kingdom. Kingdom. Was this it? Was this his vaunted kingdom come ‘round at last, right at the end of Sarai’s life? Was that last fiery moment of hers spent witnessing that grace and beauty? Was Sarai, in that moment more than any other, Israel, witnessing the establishing of God’s kingdom?
Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mei raba b’alma di-v’ra
chirutei, v’yamlich malchutei b’chayeichon
uvyomeichon uvchayei d’chol beit yisrael, ba’agala