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If, as the Rabbis say,
each life has its significance,
so too its culmination
A tear, a murmur of longing,
even just a glimpse of a memory,
like the flicker of a lamp.
Often the trauma is great,
the rows of graves too daunting,
we choose to forsake remembrance in order to continue.
But memory shall return, perhaps now,
perhaps a generation on,
and we will sit before the unmourned
and pray to find the words.