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From Window to Window
by Adina Mayer

Jolting me out of the monotonous supper routine, the sound of blaring music fills the air. The volume doesn't necessitate too much thought; I know within a mere few seconds that somewhere nearby is being graced by the gift of a new Sefer Torah. Swooping my newborn into my arms, I run to navigate the scene. The truck comes into full view, confirming my guess.

A perfect night for this momentous event, the crisp air penetrates our living room. I quickly go to fetch a sweater for the baby, not wanting to miss the action. We return in a jiffy, the baby wrapped in preparation for the festivities. We have the best seats in the crowd as we join the audience from above, while in the comfort of our very own home. Glued to the frosted window, I admire the procession as I explain the event's significance to my first-born son.

Gently, I tilt my head, cradling my son's head in my palm, as I bend to reach his level. I want him to hear every word as I elaborate. I want the memories of this meaningful parade to be etched in his mind and heart forever. This scene jumps from the window of my living room to the window of my eye to the window of my heart.

Choked with emotion, I begin to talk; he looks on, trusting and secure. This is the beginning of his life and it shall be paved with Torah.

"They are bringing a precious Sefer Torah to its new home and everyone is dancing as they escort it. Many men, women and children are going together to bring it. See the Tattys? See the Mommys? See all the kinderlach? They are so excited to see the new Torah and that's why they are dancing. Some day, when you're big, you are going to be so excited to learn Torah and you're going to dance, too, right shaifele?"

He looks up at me as a ball of light shines upon his face. I look outside and see the colorful balls of light, rotating, radiating from the truck, bounding off the apartment buildings. As if to match the effects, the song V'ho'air eineinu begins playing. May Hashem light up our eyes with Torah. May your face always be lit with the glistening light of Torah. Another circular image finds its seat upon his cheek and I pray fervently that the light it represents never leave.

Competing with this light effect, tall pillars of man-made fire ascend. Based upon the top of the truck, they seem to be flickering ever higher in the direction of the heavens. They seem to be piercing the thick night air as they dance upward. I wonder if Hashem will accept these symbols in token of the sacrifices which we cannot now offer. I think that He is surely proud as He watches this meritorious occasion. I am positive that He is watching the whole event, rejoicing along with His children and smiling down from His abode.

In anticipation of the next phase, the security guard begins to direct the children away from the truck so it can continue its parade. The atmosphere feels so secure that I doubt the guard actually has reason to be hired for the event. Hashem is surely protecting everyone here. As they dance with the Torah, the joy is tangible. The sense of security is all- encompassing. Hashem protects those who are fulfilling His commandments.

The pure and innocent children are standing in two straight lines, holding their blazing wax torches aloft, creating a path in between to enable the truck to run its course. By now, my son is drifting off to sleep but I still share my aspirations with him, though mostly in thoughtful silence. I tell my baby that I hope one day that he, too, will be awaiting this glorious procession, accompanying the Torah to its home, but also feeling at home with it, within its home.

I begin to smell the candlewax and I feel the heat rise all the way up to my face from far below. I wipe the sweat from my brow and then the tear that just trickled onto my baby's forehead from my cheek.

The noise reaches a booming crescendo. The truck comes into full view. This is not just an ordinary truck but one bedecked with the light of the Torah. I see the beautiful crown at the front of the vehicle, representing the crown of Torah. Oh, how I dream that my son will acquire this crown, that he will toil for the gems of this Torah and find success. As the moving float proceeds further, I notice that the entire truck is adorned with lights, rows upon rows of twinkling colored bulbs. I glance down at my son. He is sleeping peacefully; he must be dreaming along with me.

Following close behind is the canopy extended over the decorated Torah, the reason for this ceremonious attention. Men are dancing joyously as they lovingly carry the Scroll to its proud new domain. What a magnificent, majestic procession!

As I continue to watch and allow the atmosphere to envelop my very being, I pray that the Torah aura and light penetrate my home, as well.

 

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