Thoughts on returning to a land at War....

My heart is in the east
And my suitcase is packed.

Leaving home
To go Home.

Looking to a promised land
with so little promise.
Aching to be there
Waiting to be there.

But praying that peace will come
Knowing that it will not come ...
... soon enough.

Written after the murders of Eyal Yifrach, Naftali Frankel, Gilad Sha'ar and Muhammed Abu Khdeir

A parent should never have to bury a son.
God, don't bury your sons and daughters in violence.
Don't drown us in blood.
May we live to praise your name.
May we live to see your image in each other.
May we live.
In peace.