Dear God,
Your messenger (our Rabbi Nadoff) suggested to write a letter
to you, and what a challenge it is!
A letter to you can only have a beginning, but end only when
we finish our task here on earth.
In the first place, I want to thank you for the life you have
given me and for the ability to see and enjoy the myriad of wonders
you have created, for growing up and growing older, for my dear
parents, brothers and sisters and the rest of my wonderful relatives.
For the friends of my childhood and the present ones. For
my dear husband and dear son whom we tried to teach your beautiful
Laws of "Ten Commandments", the blueprint of noble conduct. For
my new homeland here in the United States after the horrible
experiences and losses during the Holocaust period. For the
renewed faith in people--though I'll never comprehend how one
created in your image could turn to an animal state of beastiality
and hate.
If I would try to go into details, I would have to thank you
for the air I breathe, the earth I walk on, all heavenly stars,
mountains, trees, water, flowers, grass--there is no end of things
you created.
Now the second part of my letter will be questions which I
don't expect to understand, for I have only a limited brain and
your magnificent design is your greatness.
Why does a child die before he has a chance to experience life's
treasures? Why is one deformed while another wins a beauty contest?
Why is one blessed with many abilities while others are retarded?
Why is one lucky to be outside of a troubled area while others are
caught in the middle? Why does one "make it" while another one
fails? And on, and on, and on...
As long as I cannot find the answers, I shall try to make
my choices according to my abilities and the circumstances I am
in...to love or hate; to struggle through or to give up; to be of
use or to take advantage of others--all this amid the strong current
of emotions to take the easier road just to make life easier for
myself or to conquer evil inclinations.
To relieve my conscience I can put much blame on you, dear God,
but I love you too much and the faith I have in you carries me over
the most painful experiences in my life.
In closing my letter to you I will ask you to be with me to
the end of my days as I feel you in my heart.
Yours forever,
Miriam
daughter of my beloved parents
(bless their memory)
by Miriam (Golomb) Grossman