Bloody moon

The fast of the ninth of  Menachem Av was over, and I went out to sanctify the new moon.

I looked up, and it was red. It reminded me of blood. It reminded me of the hostages, lying gaunt, starved. It reminded me of the destruction of our two Temples, when children and women were slaughtered. It reminded me of October 7,

It reminded me of the Holocaust. It reminded me of two thousand years of Jewish persecution.

And it reminded me of the Jewish nation, their rebirth, just as the moon renews.

A bloody moon. We suffer, and then we renew.

And even as we suffer, we renew.

Syria— gone. Hezbollah — decimated. Iran — defeated. The world — powerless. Israel, renewed, standing strong, winning miraculous victory after victory.

Hamas will be destroyed. G-d assures us that the time will come, when impurity will disappear.

When a bright new moon will become large as the sun. When we will no longer need their light, because G-d’s light will shine brightly.

We are almost there. We can sense victory in the air.

The Jewish nation cries. And we will laugh. Forever. With Redemption with Moshiach.

May it happen very soon.