The Rain That Becomes a Forest; Elegy of Lord Rabbi Jonathan Sacks
By Inna Rogatchi © Rain, rain, rain, the rain of tears Unwalled tears know no ceiling. Rain, rain, rain, the rain of sighs Bottomless sighs filling the air. O soul of Ya’akov Zvi ben David Arieh, You left the body of Jonathan Sacks On the early morning of Shabbes. It is a privilege that…