Today I wear no leather.
Today I sit on the floor.
Today my voice trembles before it can even form the first word.
Eichah…
How?
How did the city that carried the glory of God become a city of tears?
How did the mountain where the Shechinah rested become a mountain of longing?
How did the songs of the Levi’im become the cries of an orphaned nation?
I cannot read
