In memory of a man who much of the world knew as one defined by and articulating the depths of the suffering which was the Holocaust, Elie Wiesel.
May his memory be a blessing.
Lives were formed and shaped, built and moving forward
In the hopes that the rejection and suspicion,
The paranoia and hatred of the past had finally gone away
Thriving Jewish life and vibrant Jewish communities
Became possible in Europe finally
After centuries of pogroms, pain and persecution
Liberation had come
Equality and freedom had won
Many believed that anti-Semitism
Was finally a thing of the past
Yet this virus of the soul had not died
But remained latent
Waiting for a time to lash out once again
In retrospect, with history behind us
We know when this happened with a vengeance
And most cannot quite comprehend humanity’s ability
To stand in silence, to hate, to allow murder like this
Most do not understand
The degradation and torture of another people
Like was done with Hitler at the helm
Most could not comprehend this happening again
Yet boycotts and hatred run rampant online and offline
They reek of a similar putrid odor
Of that of the thirties in a Germany
That most want to forget
Yet some cannot erase the memory
Of dignity ripped away, family stolen,
Lives lost and humanity crushed
May we remember every Holocaust survivor today
May we pray that G-d himself visit
And reveal Himself to them
As the one who never left them nor forsook them
Despite what their experience has been
But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me,
and my Lord has forgotten me.”
“Can a woman forget her nursing child,
and not have compassion on the son of her womb?
Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you.
See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands;
your walls are continually before Me.”
“When Israel was a child, I loved him,
Out of Egypt I called My son…
I taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by their arms;
But they did not know that I healed them.
I drew them with gentle cords, with bands of love,
And I was to them as those who take the yoke from their neck.
I stooped and fed them…
How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I hand you over, Israel?
My heart churns within Me; My sympathy is stirred.”
Hosea 11:1, 3-4, 8
Shabbat Shalom to you and to all Israel!
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