My Brother’s Keeper
November 18th, 2024 Am I my brother’s keeperIt must be soFor he is not mineMy dust stained bootsMy broken spiritMy blood shed so easilyWith his peace of mindI am my brother’s keeperFor this day at leastBut
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November 18th, 2024 Am I my brother’s keeperIt must be soFor he is not mineMy dust stained bootsMy broken spiritMy blood shed so easilyWith his peace of mindI am my brother’s keeperFor this day at leastBut
November 27th, 2024 We should be worthyThey all sayOf your braveryOf your sacrificeOf the legacy you left behindBut really, we all knowWe’d rather be worthyOf your smileOf your lightOf the joy which you defined
March 27th, 2024 My son’s not a hero was her first thoughtHe’s just a kidHis smelly shoesHis messy roomAnd a constant smirk on his face I’m pretty sure that’s not what heroes look like, she saidHe’s
I rise above you higher than any of you would yearn to reachAbove the throngs of congregating peopleCrying, grieving, trying to make senseFrom your view on the ground. But my view is vastAnd open. 417 days
Sadness overwhelmsA new day, the tale replayedOnce too many times Laid to rest in peaceAs hearts weep across bruised landPain spreads far and wide Rest well young soldiersThank you for all that you gaveWhat a price
Letters. Black on white. They usually adhere to their two-dimensional habitat. Sedate, well-behaved. But what happens when they leap off the surface and issue blood-curdling screams? That is the case this grey morning. My head reflexively
Photo of Nir Maman I live in Canada, many miles away from Israel and Gaza. I am a committed Jew however, ensconced in thought everyday about my fellow Jews fighting a war for our people. I’m
Today is May 13, 2024. Memorial Day in Israel. It’s not a shopping and vacation holiday like in the U.S. Rather it is a day of somber reflection and sadness when we mourn our war dead
One minute’s silence. The whole country stops what they’re doing. Wherever we are – at home, on the highway, walking in the street, sitting in a meeting – we all stop, stand up and become silent
I see faces I do not knowAnd my heart is breakingI see names I do not knowAnd my soul aches BraveSelflessPatriots Each one held closely in the hearts of their loved onesEach one with a story