I have never not felt safe wrapped in my tallis in one of my many colored tallitot Like being wrapped in the very wings of God Tachat Kanfei haShechina What better armour could I need? I might have asked you yesterday. But today I know better Know that men can be murdered while at prayer while leading others in prayer; while wrapped in pure white tallesim White pure now stained red The synagogue is no place for blood is no place for murder is no place for terror The synagogue should be a safe place A SANCTUARY But men are killed in God’s house Not the first time surely Not the last Men dying with prayers of peace on their lips? How do I pray today? Tomorrow? How do I wrap myself in a tallit and beckon others to follow? How do I advocate for prayer in such a world? And how can I not? EKG’14