For you the figure I once worshiped in prayer.
At that time I was not wrong moaning in front of my rabbi. Nor have I sorry for worshiping you in your imagination.
Calm down, maybe God just leave this flavor for a moment, maybe the day after tomorrow is gone. Or maybe it will blend into the flesh until the end of life.
I really never worry about who you are side by side in heaven. Because for me, heaven has let you in. It is enough to calm this heart.
I leave your heart to God.
