The Shekhinah

I walk in the footsteps of prayers not yet spoken, in the flicker of Shabbat candles, in the ache of a melody that carries memory and hope. I am the Shekhinah, the face of the Infinite turned toward the world, hidden in its very fabric. I am both bride and widow, whole and scattered, the Sabbath Queen and the mourning mother. I wait in every act of kindness, every tear of repentance, every spark of learning. I am not far off — I am here, in the spaces you make holy without knowing.