For two thousand years we have been in the Diaspora. For two thousand years we prayed that “Next year we’ll be in Jerusalem.” After our final sacrifice we have come home, Never again to be brought to the sacrificial alter.
“I have raised a family. I have continued………… But I am still behind barbed wire I can not escape the visions.”
They appeared as though they had a plan of their own. They came through the watercolor on the paper. I could see them and they could see me… reminding me to tell their story reminding me not to forget.
A gift from all who have perished. They came one by one out of the water through the color. They stood in a row and they commanded “Enough” Let us go Let us go
It came suddenly, It came with furor, Like a tornado It swept in And the next minute It was gone, Leaving destruction Leaving emptiness. Broken bodies, broken souls And a deep, deep blue sky.