Bring Them Home!

*When There Are No Words*

Sometimes there are no words.

No word exists or has been created to describe what happened October 7th. No words can be found for the days since.

The inhumanity of it all has sunk so low that the abyss of hell seems very real.

We pray for all of our babies, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, and friends savagely taken captive, to be safe and healthy and come home to their families’ loving arms. There are too many, one is too many!  We pray for our dedicated and exhausted soldiers fighting terrorists, sacrificing more than anyone ever should have to, as they’re searching to find our precious ones and save them from any more harm . We pray they bring them home safely. Please God, we pray they all return safely and heal.

There are no words because our souls are screaming in anguish, reeling in shock. Our bodies are numb and managing on adrenalin, pushing us to move on anyway. Or not. So we cherish our blessings, our families and loved ones with that much more devotion.

We have so many questions and may never learn the answers.

For now our tongues cleave to their palates as they did by the rivers of Babylon.  Sometimes just a *niggun *When There Are No Words*, is all we can muster to stir our souls, to not just hang on but strengthen us. 

I Lift My Eyes

We look to the Heavens and ask God for salvation. It is King David’s Tehillim which provide us with the words we need, otherwise words would continue to elude us.                    A song of faith to revive our voices, Psalm 121**  אֶשָּׂ֣א עֵ֖ינַי אֶל־הֶֽהָרִ֑ים מֵ֜אַ֗יִן יָבֹ֥א עֶזְרִֽי**  

The Promise of Purim.

As the fast day of Taanit Esther and Holiday of Purim are upon us, we fervently pray that as in the days of Queen Esther and Mordechai HaYehudi, we will be united and our People and our Land will faithfully know true Redemption – גאולה, finally turning around the unspeakable…  into Life!

    וְנַֽהֲפ֣וֹךְ ה֔וּא אֲשֶׁ֨ר יִשְׁלְט֧וּ הַיְּהוּדִ֛ים הֵ֖מָּה בְּשֹֽׂנְאֵיהֶֽם   (Megillat Esther 9:1)

BRING THEM HOME!  BRING ALL of our loved ones in captivity Home! Now!  We will celebrate them with great joy!  “…as the month that was reversed for them from grief to joy and from mourning to a festive day as it says in Megillat Esther 9:22

וְהַחֹ֗דֶשׁ אֲשֶׁר֩ נֶהְפַּ֨ךְ לָהֶ֤ם מִיָּגוֹן֙ לְשִׂמְחָ֔ה וּמֵאֵ֖בֶל לְי֣וֹם ט֑וֹב

May it be so.

חזק ואמץ

radA– thismonthismadejustforme  *<:~)                                                                                    חג פורים שמח   

 Miriam Leah

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*Niggun “When There Are No Words” composed and performed by Miriam Leah Epstein Preil       ** Song אֶשָּׂ֣א עֵ֖ינַי “Esah Einai” composed and sung by Miriam Leah Epstein Preil