On the Death of a Newborn Child

You clung to me for what seemed like an eternity.
You clung to this world for what seemed like an instant.
O Source of Being and Nothingness, please make sense of this brief life…
One that none of us could ever truly know.
In all the vast unknowing…
The never knowing…
Bless this,
No mine!
No ours!
Yours?
This instance…
Instant…
Infant…
Life.

– Avi Goldberg , Siddur Sha’ar Zahav