It’s Over. Hopefully, not for Long

Riding in a Nesher sherut, I can hardly hold back tears. Despite missing my family, and worrying about my mother, especially, my heart aches at the thought that I am leaving Jerusalem in a couple of hours. I am grateful to be the first passenger in the vehicle thus getting a chance for the last…

Parshat ha Shavuah Verses –Toldot

This Parshah seems to contain many inner family struggles. First, it reminds us again that each birth is a miracle. As other imahot – אִמָּהוֹת – pra-mothers, Rivka did not immediately give birth. כא  וַיֶּעְתַּר יִצְחָק לַיהוָה לְנֹכַח אִשְׁתּוֹ, כִּי עֲקָרָה הִוא; וַיֵּעָתֶר לוֹ יְהוָה, וַתַּהַר רִבְקָה אִשְׁתּוֹ. 21 And Isaac entreated the LORD for his wife,…

Jerusalem Exhibition

Can we have hope or certainty in East or West or anywhere but in the one land full of gates that face the open gates of heaven? —Judah ha-Levi (1075–1141), Jewish poet and philosopher This Sunday I finally made it to the Jerusalem Exhibition at the Met  with the best group of people – my…

Parshat ha Shavuah Verses – Vayera

This week is all about families and Gd. Avraham talks to Gd one way or the other many times. However, Sarah is the personality I am interested in. ו  וַיְמַהֵר אַבְרָהָם הָאֹהֱלָה, אֶל-שָׂרָה; וַיֹּאמֶר, מַהֲרִי שְׁלֹשׁ סְאִים קֶמַח סֹלֶת–לוּשִׁי, וַעֲשִׂי עֻגוֹת. 6 And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said: ‘Make ready quickly three…

Parshat ha Shavuah Verses – Lech Lecha

There are two very significant points for me in this week’s Parshah לֶךְ-לְךָ Lech Lecha. First comes from an amazing shiur of Rabbi Sacks, the former Chief Rabbi of Great Britain. He argues that if we look closer at the text of the previous Parshah:  וַיִּקַּח תֶּרַח אֶת-אַבְרָם בְּנוֹ, וְאֶת-לוֹט בֶּן-הָרָן בֶּן-בְּנוֹ, וְאֵת שָׂרַי כַּלָּתוֹ, אֵשֶׁת אַבְרָם בְּנוֹ;…

Verses Out Loud

I do not write poetry. I just don’t dare calling my little writings this way. What I write is just verses that come into my head once in a while, and sometimes need to be vocalized. Sometimes I have a soft smile, most of the times tears in my eyes, and other times gentle and quiet…

Remember

Three months. Three lifetimes. Twenty years. Infinity. And all of this time in between. Half of my family – gone. Where are you all? Are you, really, watching over us? Praying is no help. Will you ever hear me, O Lord?