"In your hand, you were holding spearmint leaves and a holy candle"

In the little grove in front of the church, you looked like a tiny bird lost among the dense foliage; In you hand, you were holding spearmint leaves and a holy candle, and you were pleading: "Rabbi, save us again!" That day was Good Friday. Many nights have since passed; and it was another year when the war-clock ticked 9 o'clock past and we watched the abominable jackal get