The disconnect in priorities is alive and well in Israel. Someone e-mailed me today:
I was watching Mabat - the main news program in Israel (channel one or two - don't know as I watch it on the net), and they were in middle of a live interview with the Northern Command Commander (General udi adam) - the program cut out in middle of his words, as they had to get an update on the Mondial.
Why, oh why do I have to be right in these things.
This country is so screwed up it sickens me.
Oy. Meanwhile, I teared up reading this
poem, which I discovered while looking for a prayer for the previous post. It's by a teenage girl named Eva from Kenmore, NY. It's amazing:
A state of hope for many Amen.
A religious paradise
For those who believe,
A place where peace causes war
In a never-ending battle for commonwealth.
It's a site
Where the sweet melodious songs of birds
Chirp of freedom,
And everyday on the battlefront
A piercing sound of bullet is heard
As it whistles a different tune.
The air smells like innocence
Filled with warmth and sunshine,
While in the battlefield the horrid fetor of gun powder
Never ceases to exist.
It's a place where a tan little boy tells his mother
That he can't wait to grow up,
As his older brother dies a gruesome death
In a stranger's hands.
And sounds of tourists are heard
As they come to experience the magic
Of the cerulean dead sea,
As a soldier get emerged in the bleeding sea of death.
And the Western Wall
Stands a spiritual climax for all Jewish people,
While somewhere on the field
A soldier says last prayer facing to West,
As a bullet pierces his homebound heart.
A merger of two worlds
Happiness and despair
A perfect place
Which like many others did before me
I would die to protect.
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