Rav Simcha Zissel Ziv, the Alter of Kelm
Someone once left a coin on the window sill in Beis HaTalmud, and it remained there for many yearss. No one touched it.
From Sparks of Mussar by R Chaim Ephraim Zaitchik
Modern Uberdox
“I write not because I have the strength to write, but because I do not have the strength to remain silent.” -Rav Avraham Yitzchok Kook zt’l
The Blossom
(1)
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green,
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my bosom.
(2)
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green,
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty, robin,
Near my bosom.
—–by maple story account