By Moshe Feiglin
One of the high points of the Rosh Hashanah prayers is when we prostrate ourselves before the Creator, proclaiming that He is King. Like all other years, I bowed down this year, too, along with the other worshippers in the synagogue. I anticipated the feeling of spiritual elevation that comes from nullifying oneself before G-d. But all that I could think about was the feeling that enveloped me when I prostrated myself in G-d's courtyard on the Temple Mount. There, in the royal palace, there was no barrier between me and the Creator.
After that, the bowing down that has always been a high point for me on Rosh Hashanah has lost its essence. It is nothing more than a reminder of the real thing; the genuine service of G-d. All that we have to do is to reach out and touch it. If we want to.
May we merit this year to bow, en masse, in the courtyard of G-d's palace on the Temple Mount.