As I walked through the shadows of death remains of ashes
circled around as arid wind mattered its' prays.
A place where devils verify your doubt in their existence.
Grayness sky would please the violins to play,to lead moans
of a soul to seal its' last day to its' eternity,to his
peace.
Cemetery Gates.
My mother was holding my hand tight and with my other one I
tried to embrace her agony to sooth her pain.
Shudder wrung my mind and I neglected mother's escorting.  I
became addicted to disorientation answering myself what
means to be alive as much as I couldn't understand what
means to be dead.
But she was no longer among us.Where was my grandmother's
spirit,where was her view?!
Her body lied on a stretcher and was covered with
sheets.Rabbi spilled his prays so fast that words lost their
meaning.It turned to be negligent and contempt.He was doing
his job.
Poverty of spirtuality and insufficient serenity obligated
me to notice it.    
I exiled my presence at last and screened those memories I
had.
Now she was tossed away,disposed,meant to be forgoten.
But I was a child holding her grandmother's hand and a sense
of missing fulfilled my heart to ribs.
A man came near and read a prayer from a paper which had too
many folds.He hold a charity box.
A prayer per money?! I'd rather be offered charity for
nothing.Somehow I leaned my world to his prays.I was still
waiting for revival.May God hear our prays,I know he does
but might God reveal itself for once,for instant?
Resurrection per fidelity?
Everyone was going home.I stopped interpreting for a moment
and exchanged a few words with my relatives.
As long as there two people in one room a sense of saying
something to each other would cross our minds.
My chaos didn't seem to find its' peace.It became an
excess.
A mug of ejected guts.
We didn't follow the jewish tradition and we had a dinner to
get rid of the debt.My cousins and I were so fully grown.
I was irritated by the expel of our childhood.But still I
tried to host a childish joy.I gave up crying over her
death.Still dreaming of her keeps my madness sane.
As I walked through the shadows of death ashes and wind
entwined in each others surroundings,in each other dim.The
sky slumped because it was devoured with grayness.It was
agitated by something anonymous which didn't seem to loom
out.A galloping horse with strong legs and beautiful colors
belonged to me.I was riding so perfectly into horizon,onto
infinity.
A dark room loomed a woman which set naked on the chair.  I
was delight to see her but I asked:"Grandmother,aren't you
suppose to be dead?".Is that embody the most curious
question of human beings.Is there a plot,a fate?
But she answered:"I am where resurrection exists".
Everything was placed and had answers to my depth of
consciousness.Back to the holocaust,the scene of chaos.
Local people shred my horse's skin.He was no longer vigorous
but as I came closer to rescue my horse with no source of
combating or intrusion,the devils dissapeared.The horse
became intact and was no longer in danger.
Rehabilitaion per devised dimension and resurrection per
fidelity,God!