In Memory of the Tree of Life

For the 11 killed in hate, let love of them live on.

From Kaddish Yatom – Mourner’s Kaddish

When I die give what’s left of me away
to children and old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry
cry for your brother walking the streeet beside you.
And when you need me, put your arms around anyone
and give them what you need to give me.

I want to leave you something,
something better than words or sounds.
Look for me in the people I’ve known or loved,
and if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind.

You can love me best by letting hands touch hands,
and by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, people do.
So when all that’s left of me is love,
give me away.