Give a listen... Say your prayers

A golem has awakened in my bedroom. Rather than clay, this one is made of stone. Like other golems he is unable to speak — for now, that is. Yet, unlike such mythical creatures of the past he was not put here to seek revenge on the oppressors of our people. Nor was he created by a rabbi. Actually, he is the rabbi! So begins another day for a man well past retirement age.

I start to move my fingers. One by one I repeat doing so until my hands no longer feel like hardened cement.

While my body aches, I take a deep breath and then slowly exhale a “primal groan” for as long as possible. When there...