Sketch for Chai Kotel (Close Up) 1

At the Kotel: a note, slipped into a crack for a guaranteed delivery. It says: "Dear G-d, I don’t write often, but I think of You always . . ." I dare to say that some important messages haven't been delivered. How limp and crumpled and surrendered and on a first name basis must I be? I don't believe that G-d reads the notes, but the Ancient of Days hears the murmurs of my heart, slipping through the cracks in my fortress.