100 Days
We pray harder and longer,We feel sadder and more anxious.We also love more fiercelyAnd our unity tightensAs our tears solidify the fragments of our heartsBonded by the resounding call toBRING THEM HOME!
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We pray harder and longer,We feel sadder and more anxious.We also love more fiercelyAnd our unity tightensAs our tears solidify the fragments of our heartsBonded by the resounding call toBRING THEM HOME!
It could be meNowNext weekNext monthMany years from now It could be my childrenNowNext weekNext monthMany years from now It could be my grandchildrenMany years from nowIn their now, their lifetime,To their childrenTo their grandchildren Where
Before that day we were wholeRejoicing in life’s small pleasuresOblivious to the shadows encroaching.Killers came, prepared with the blackest of soulsEvil came to our door – to break us. AndNow we see the purest of hate
Words matter. The army here is called the Israel Defense Forces. The “defense” is there for a reason. While the IDF is out defending our country, we’ll be here defending against – antisemitism – misinformation –
Translated from the Hebrew by Hila Bar Planting flowers in my Sderot garden, my hand felt the earth that day.And then my heart knew that to light up the soul, we have to keep fear
Us with our wandering stars and souls, Jews,Candles, kippahs and torah scrolls, Jews. The only things we have, Hashem and Jerusalem,Our ancient walls have been ruined again, Jews. Told repeatedly, you look like ugly moles,Always persecuted
Translated from the Hebrew by Hila Bar Across the yardWhere the Sukkah still stoodWe could hear the beat to the drums of war As we danced and rejoicedWith the holy Torah,I warily turned the lock of
A Russian Immigrant once asked Ilhan Omar: “O Congresswoman, do you have to mar all things Israeli? Your wrathful tweets do lack a balanced view of the Near East.” His pleas ignored, A Russian Immigrant then
Ninety-seven walk through glue days.In a row.Soul rubbed raw. For better or worse, the inside of everything is showing now. My eyes are dust. The harshest imagesdefy tears.I cry only from that which is tender. Too
This poem is dedicated to my people and above all Hashem who does not slumber nor sleep. The Light of Israel will forever burn – nothing will ever extinguish us.Six Million Souls suddenly taken then, left