Gilbert W. Gabriel, The Seven-Branched Candlestick…
“ Then I remembered that it was Friday night—and I knew that this was a synagogue—a temple of the Jewish Faith.At first realization, I moved a little away from it, down the street. A synagogue—and all that it brought to my mind was the memory of my parents. In former years they had been wont to take me with them when they went on Friday nights. And those had been dull, wearisome nights for me—but I had spent them at my parent's side. So that now, in the shadow of God's house, my loneliness for them came back to me in wild deluge, breaking the dam of reserve and doubts and petty limitations. ”
