As I sat down to blog, the news reports starting flying in. Unconfirmed rumors at first, quickly morphing into verified news reports with the worst.

The boys were gone.

 Everything else just pales in comparison. What, I should talk about Oprah’s interview with a Seventh Day Adventist? Link an article about how community is the number one compelling factor in Jewish engagement? Include something about which we disagree? Link a cutesy icon with the title of this post?

I don’t think so.

One of the most chilling – in a good way – things about this whole awful event was how united we became. We all prayed – no matter what our affiliation. We all cared – no matter what our beliefs. We all were united in our fear, hope, and ultimately grief.

Can we keep that up? That awareness that nothing supersedes unity? That while it takes the worst events to bring it out, maybe we can try, just a little, in their merits, to keep it up?

Can we sing the sad song together?

While there are no words, Judaism does give us words. Those words are “baruch dayan ha-emet” – blessed is the true judge. It’s one of the hardest mitzvot to fulfill. To affirm, in our pain, that God is a just and compassionate power. Jews all over the world are saying it, are singing that sad song.

May the souls of Gilad, Eyal, and Naftali find peace and honor and may God avenge their murders.

That is all. No more words.