Maimonides said that the Resurrection of the Dead
Enabled justice in the World to Come
Yet, still unbidden tears whisper in my heart, and head.
Tear my soul apart, human life conducted in the dark
The hidden fears
The inconsolable grief
Many fear-filled years
The craving for permanence,
For the enduring stillness
Of the Sea of Galilee.
Walk instead with me,
To the tomb of Maimonides:
Why do the wicked prosper?
Why do the righteous die?
Answer came there none
Except in the Solomon's Song of Songs..

For the season of singing has begun.
And the singer is a woman and she sings only of love.
Gehinnon, the citadel of souls, shines behind the sun,
We know nothing of the world to come,
Maimonides’ Guide for the Perplexed
Taught us not to ask for whom the bell tolls:
For, always,  it tolls only for thee, only for thee.