Oh Frank my heart sings it's love and appreciation
more than you shall ever know! Ever.
> Go to Bethany now, Miryam. My son awaits you there.
> You say: my son. I never heard you say "my son"
> until today.
> I was never his mother before today.
> Before I left, Veronica woke up: But you're coming
> to Seder with us? And the
> rabbi too, right? Then the family will be together.
> Tell the rabbi: we're
> expecting him.
> Despite it being so early, the city was busy. Busy
> in a way which frightened
> me: too many mounted amongst the pilgrims. But I got
> to Bethany unmolested.
> It was just as his mother said: the rabbi was
> expecting me, he was walking
> back and forth in the olive garden.
> He greeted me with words I recognized from the Song
> of Songs: "The winter
> has passed, the rain is gone. The fig tree bears its
> early fruit and the
> vineyards smell sweet. Up, up, my friend, come. My
> dove in rocky clefts, in
> the precipice's hiding-place, Come!"
> Rabbi, that's a song of spring. You say it like a
> winter song, a song of
> You are right, Miryam. Never again will we be alone
> on this earth in this
> earthly state.
> Rabbi, I know it. You see: I'm not crying. Strong as
> death is love.
> Stronger, Miryam, stronger. And it must be strong so
> it won't become weak
> with what is to come. You will seek me and run
> through the city, and when
> you find me on tomorrow's day only your heart
> recognizes me, for I am thrown
> in the wine-press, and the wine that pours out is my
> blood. Whatever you
> see, be not mistaken. I am who I always was and
> always will be. We will only
> be separated for a short time. Listen to what I tell
> you in farewell. Do you
> know the lines: "You have made me courageous, Sister
> Bride!" Give me
> strength also in the coming night and on tomorrow's
> day. I will strengthen
> you on the following three days. You will find me
> again in the garden.
> He clasped me to him and for the first, only, last
> time he placed his lips
> on mine. More an inhaling of his breath than a kiss.
> Then he pushed me
> gently away: And now give the others strength in
> their weakness. They need
> the shepherd that holds the flock together. I'm
> counting on you, Miryam.
> Rabbi, let me follow you!
> Where I go, you cannot follow me.
> He understood me, and I understood him. No more
> words were necessary. Before
> he could send me away I left him, and I went with
> head held high and didn't
> turn around. No tears. Only no tears now.
> Frank Thomas Smith
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