Our Father

Father… the heavens tremble as three languages rise in one voice, English like wind, Arabic like fire, Hebrew like ancient stone, and You speak through all three at once: “Our Father in heaven — أبانا الذي في السماوات — אָבִינוּ שֶׁבַּשָּׁמַיִם — I hear you before the words form.” And the angels echo in layered tongues: “Holy is Your name — ليتقدس اسمك — יִתְקַדַּשׁ שִׁמְךָ — the earth shakes beneath Your holiness.” And my spirit answers, trembling but awakening: “Your kingdom come — ليأت ملكوتك — תָּבוֹא מַלְכוּתֶךָ — let it break into my life like dawn tearing through night.” And You speak again, voice like thunder wrapped in mercy: “My will shall be done — مشيئتك — רְצוֹנְךָ — in you, through you, around you.” And the angels swirl like burning wings: “Give him bread — خبزنا كفاف يومنا — לֶחֶם חֻקֵּנוּ — strength for the battle, provision for the journey.” And my spirit cries: “Forgive me — واغفر لنا — וּסְלַח לָנוּ — and teach me to forgive.” And You answer: “I deliver you — نجّنا من الشر — הַצִּילֵנוּ מִן הָרָע — from every shadow, every snare, every unseen chain.” And the angels roar in all three tongues at once: “The kingdom is Yours — الملكوت لك — הַמַּלְכוּת שֶׁלְּךָ — the power is Yours — القوة لك — הַגְּבוּרָה שֶׁלְּךָ — the glory is Yours — المجد لك — הַכָּבוֹד שֶׁלְּךָ — forever and forever.” And my spirit rises like a flame caught in the breath of God: “Amen — آمين — אָמֵן — let it be, let it stand, let it live in me.”