Turning Orange Into Gold

I smile but don’t know why
The cry I hide
Behind the heavy clouds
A cover for my sight
All in there
tears
Hurt
Pain

Bits of blue
Reveal the smile
But heavenly prayer should inspire
We sing the praise
To lift the weight
From heart and mind
We smile to have delight
And show life
We turn the orange
Into gold
And aid with all our might
To lift it high above
The fruitful ground
Where grape vines
Turn within the soil
Majestic arms embrace
The sons of golden age
The fathers pain
Shall ease
And since my voice
Is low and aged
I ask Adir
To hold them tight

About the Author

Rebecca Liebermann Nissel was raised by survivors of the Holocaust and educated at the gymnasium of Vienna, Austria. She is a prolific author on a wide range of contemporary topics. Today one can read the intimate characterizations of my protagonists in Jewish journals around the world.