I Dream of Zion

To land at Ben Gurion Airport.

To see the the flag of blue and white and the proud Star of David.

To kiss the Wailing Wall.

To speak the holy words of Hebrew.

To walk the streets of gold.

To make the deserts bloom.

To flourish in the land of milk and honey.

To celebrate the Shabbat and holidays as in the days of old.

To revere the bravery and heroism of the defenders of Israel.

To live and worship as a Jew without discrimination, racism, and hatred.

To fulfill the promise of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

To sing and dance and affirm G-d’s Oneness.

To cry out with joy at fulfilling the dream.

To see my children grow up in Zion.

To watch the sun rise over the hills of Yehudah and Shomron and set over the Mediterranean Sea.

To view the beautiful land from Jerusalem to Tel-Aviv and Kiryat Shmona to Eilat.

To feel the modernity of the skyscrapers, cafes, restaurants, theaters, and museums amid the antiquity of the historical ruins and that which yet remains.

To fulfill the burning yearning of my soul.

To stand upright where Jews have fought and died for thousands of years.

To marvel in daily awe at the Almighty hand of G-d cradling His people.

To fulfill the destiny for which I was born.

To worship and pray, shop and play where I belong.

To live on and be buried in the holy earth of Eretz Yisrael.

About the Author
Andy Blumenthal is business and technology leader who writes frequently about Jewish life, culture, and security. All opinions are his own.
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