Trig Palin

Holy Trinity

Those who know us know that some things simply silence us here at Boom3.

To speak of them, to add our jibberjabber to the occassions, ends up pointing more toward us than to the required silence, or to its sacred cause, so we shut the hell up every now and then.

Get out of the way, we tell ourselves, knowing it is not about us.

No, really, that much we know: Very little is about us.

And silencers?

Boy angel Angel Boy was such.
He took our breath with him.

Leiby Kletzky

Today we found our opening, our segue, our permission, not to forget, not to look away, not to move on, nope. Today we found the grace to breathe a little again. Showed up in a photograph of two more Little Misters Perfect.

Trig Palin and his nephew Tripp Johnston

G*d bless the little ones.

Yes Shabbat, Shalom No -- Leiby Kletzky

Yeah, Shabbat approaches, but the shalom will be missing.

Didn't publish our posts on Tuesday when good folk were still looking for young Leiby Kletzky in Brooklyn.
Didn't publish any post once angel boy was found Wednesday.
There are no words, as we all know.
And there's no need to look up the story, to know the details.
You could find them, sure. But why?
Use your time to say a prayer for the boy.
And for his family.
Then find your own children, look at them, thanking G*d all the while.

And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son! 

2 Samuel 18:33
KJV