Ha’shem peered through the stained glass window to see twelve souls sitting in silence. Bells rang out a call; the women with covered heads and soft gazes rose to their sandled feet. At this sight, Ha’shem smiled.
Music—their collective voices—filled the cozy, brick-walled, lily-scented room. Though some of their pitches wavered and the tempo fluctuated, unsteady, Ha’shem felt a spirit of peace and warmth of heart.
Prayers and supplications tugged in the distance, demanding attention, but Ha’shem didn’t want to leave these quiet ladies. Watching them go through their rituals, Ha’shem beamed with pride, joy, and hope for humanity.
What an Ohm good story. Loved it actually.
Thanks, Gena! 🙂 Love your choice of adjective.
Thanks, Gena! Love your choice of adjective. 🙂
Short and sweet and to the point! Thanks for sharing
Makes a mother very proud!
I felt the sunshine on Ha’shem;s shoulders, the smell of warmth and faintly sweet perfume. My face moved into a smile of its own accord, I wished to linger too.
That is just plain gorgeous. Beautiful work!