Here I am, with my daughters at the Western Wall.
It’s the only place on earth I feel truly at peace, my face pressed against the cool, ancient stone.
I pray for my family and friends.
I pray for those who asked me to. For their sons, daughters, spouses.
For health, for love, for good jobs, for clarity.
I pray through sobs, beyond words, when only my heart can speak.
My daughter and I, standing together in a corner of the Kotel, fold our notes and find space to place them, along with those already there, wet from rain and tears.
Requests from below, to the One Above, always listening with love, waiting for us to ask.
Thank you, Hashem, who hears all prayers and performs wonders.
Return, O Lord, rescue my soul; save me for the sake of Your loving-kindness.
השׁוּבָ֣ה יְ֖הֹוָה חַלְּצָ֣ה נַפְשִׁ֑י הֽ֜וֹשִׁיעֵ֗נִי לְמַ֣עַן חַסְדֶּֽךָ: