In shadows deep where sorrows lie mothers weep dry tearless eyes a silent song a lullaby in restless sleep a weary sigh of memories still yet to come of fallen leaves and setting sun a prayer is sent each day each night a dream a wish for joy and light for precious...
Tomorrow, January 13, 2024, would have been my father’s 91 birthday. It’s been thirty years since his untimely departure, but he was bigger than life, and I feel his presence always. I think of him, wondering what he would say about the challenges Israel...
Another week flew by, bye-byeamidst the sadness and the criessome days are fine some not so goodlessons learned and understoodstill life goes on and one must tooshake the worries and the bluessee sunrise paint the sky bright goldwith bold new stories to be tolda...
“In the City of Slaughter” בעיר ההרגה is a poem written in Hebrew in 1904 by Hayim Nahman Bialik about the Kishinev pogrom. The pogrom was sparked in April 1903 by a false Passover blood libel, inciting uncontrolled mobs to attack Jews, killing 49, with...
So long ago and far awayon starry night on bed of haya child was born and so it’s toldto save our world to shine as gold.So many moons have passed since thenthe earth has turned yet once againand still our world is dark with madnessfull of cry and hate and sadness.For...
Shabbat Shalom and Safe Weekend to all ✡🙏☮ This week’s Haftorah describes the vision of the ‘Valley of Dry Bones’ in the book of Ezekiel 37 יְחֶזְקֵאל. The Haftorah is a selection from the Prophets that follows the Torah reading during Sabbath services. It is chosen...
Sassy No.4 [Framed Print 11x13]
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