May 11, 2016

68 Words, 68 Years

68 Words, 68 Years
© Rabbi Menachem Creditor

From the fiery furnace we rose
knowing what it is to be hated,
Jewish blood spilled
every century
every continent
hasn't erased our hope,
to be free, to be a blessing.

Wielding weapons we wish we didn’t need,
we fight with tears in our eyes,
praying that same prayer we've always prayed:

What new songs will we teach our precious children?

Our home, our land, our choice.

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