The word seems to have gone out of favour. We all a little too besieged by reports of incursions into
I’m a Zionist.
I believe, notwithstanding my struggles with this policy or that, that Jews need and deserve a safe homeland in eretz yisrael where we can live in peace and under our own sovereignty.
It’s an old dream.
Raymond Scheindlin in his recently published work, The Song of the Distant Dove, has translated and presented the pilgrimage poetry of Yehudah HaLevi (d. 1141).
I am finished now and forever with creeping
On palm and face in the presence of men.
I am making my way through the heart of the sea
To the place where God’s own feet find rest,
There to pour out my soul and sorrow.
His holy mountain will be my doorsill,
My fate will face the gates of heaven.
I will strew the
Put out my shoots on the stream of the Shiloah
There is brokenness in our relationship,