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Where does it goThis Search forAn ending,How Long Does It Last? In White hot, burning coalsdraped in Sin?With Coils of mercuryBurn Baby, Burn In Lying in filthLeaving, abandoning hope? Our men of valourOf Harlech, Of HethIs
Tomorrow is October 7 2023 take 19, Better known as April 7 2025.Tomorrow morning the clock will strike 6:28 am just like every other morning.Tomorrow morning I will thankfully wake up again to an alarm clock.Tomorrow
Dear Yarden, It’s 4:30 am. I wake up thinking about you. That must sound crazy, but I’m certain I’m not the only one. One of the things that I fell in love with since the aftermath
I’m not one to express feelings in public. And I’m not one to leap onto passing trends like water rushing down a shower drain, pulling everyone with it. Even when that water is the compiled tears
To be the mother of a little ginger boy means you whisper in their tiny ears that they got their blazing locks from David HaMelech, who everyone knows was gorgeous. To be the mother of a
I don’t know how we’re going to feel after this war in Gaza. My only point of reference is how we felt after the 1973 Yom Kippur War. I remember the pain, the sorrow, the communal
In the shadows where I used to hide,
Thoughts like chains, they pulled me inside.
Days felt heavy, nights dragged on,
But deep inside, a spark was drawn.
I’ll rise from the ashes, I’ll find my way,
Leave the past behind, it’s a brand new day.
The storm may linger, but I’ll learn to dance,
With every heartbeat, I’ll take a chance.
Like a thousand chimes at midnight[1]
A reminder
what Great is[2]
Showing their color[3]
Have they heard?[4]
Have they been afraid?[5]
To what end?
Is this,
the Marathon we heralded[6]
Powerful emotions pulsating
through my veins
every breath a challenge
as I struggle in my chains
In the bleakness of a tunnel
far below the light of day
never knowing never speaking
slowly dying there I lay
Will they save me
from this nightmare
My name is Yoni, and I am an IDF soldier;
I’m to greet the four-year-old old hostage just released;
We’re told not to answer questions about parents;
I’m glad to have direction about what can and cannot be said;
It’s hard though I know both parents are dead