11:28 pm at the hovel.
There was a man, a lonely man,
who lost his love through his indifference.
A heart that kept, that went unchecked,
until it died within his silence.
And Solitaire’s the only game in town,
and every road that takes him down.
And by himself, it’s easy to pretend,
he’ll never love again.
And keeping to himself he plays the game,
without her love it always ends the same.
While life goes on around him everywhere,
he’s playing Solitaire.
A little hope goes up in smoke,
just how it goes, goes without saying.
There was a man, a lonely man,
who would command the hand he’s playing.
My fate at my shul is going to be decided (or simply announced to me) in the next 36 hours. The odds are 99-1 I’ll be booted. But if you don’t believe in miracles, you’re not being realistic.
Please pray for me. I don’t want to go, but if I do go, I want to go with God.
I know my request is ironic on many levels. First, I caused my troubles. Second, I don’t believe much in such petitionary prayer as, "God give me something. I’ve behaved badly. Please bail me out."
So while I don’t believe much (I don’t deny the power of prayer, I’m just intellectually skeptical of the efficiency of asking God to give you stuff beyond moral strength) in the efficacy of prayer, I do believe in pouring your heart out.
12:02 am.
And I feel the power
Then there’s really nothing that we can’t do
If we wanted to, baby
We could exist on the stars
It’d be so easy
All we gotta do
Is get a little faith in you
Oh, I’ve been (to) so many places
I’ve seen some things
I know, love is the answer
Keeps holding this world together
And all the answers to our prayers
Hell, it’s the same everywheres, baby
Nothing ever breaks up the heart
Only tears give you away
Then you’re right where I found ya
With my arms around ya
Oh baby, baby, baby, love is a magic word, yeah
Few ever find in a lifetime
But from that very first look in your eyes
I knew you and I had but one heart
If only you believe like I believe, baby
We’d get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I
If only you believe like I believe, baby
We’d get by
If only you believe in miracles, baby
So would I.
TheSageoftheUWS: Luke, depending on where you pray, you have this fundamental choice: you can be the most Jewishly suspect man in shul, or the most religious and more Jewishly learned men in your temple.
TheSageoftheUWS: You would do well to leave the drama behind and choose the latter.
