HIDDEN TZADIK. It’s not picking up in this image but one man is wearing orange. No tallis, or hat..or black and white. But he’s there. Davening. He may not dress like me, but HaShem listens to both of us, just the same. I don’t know his heart. I can’t judge. He very well may just be a hidden tzadik. I will never know. So I make space by the wall and room in my heart.
24" x 30" Acrylic on Canvas