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POP-ICE
All he wanted when he got home Not steak, burgers and fries Pizza, coke, sunflower seeds Just those colored icicles that you split in half The kind the boys argue over Who will have the last yellow half That nobody wants
I told them When they all come home Safe I'll buy the beers
Can you imagine After the rifles, grenade launchers Rations, helmets Camouflage paint Days that darken into sweaty nights Weighed down by Bullet proof vests Encrusted boots That all he would want Was pop-ice
Mindy Aber Barad
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JERUSALEM
And the night is tender quiet annexing immunity certainty into itself
Your streets are enfolded inside a pillar of fire that is not seen from within
Your heart is awake deeply listening and you are sleeping still.
-- Tziporah translated by E. Kam-Ron
WE NEED ONE MORE SONG
for Shahar Bar -- see her song here and story here
(Note: the code word for "alarm" was "shahar adom [red dawn]", but it was changed to "tseva adom [color red]"so as not to cause discomfort to children named Shahar.)
We need one more song to illumine the mind, To awaken feeling and fire the imagination To quiet within the heart jealousy and perplexity And lead us in rhythm to a safe place.
And who will be wise and brave enough to sing it? And if he finds the courage, who will listen? Who has a voice that carries, or an ear that listens For the sound of redemption’s counsel amid fright’s tumult?
As a deleted code-word for alarm Called Shahar Bar by name, and she heard and arose And sang a song to direct and strengthen the children,\
So may a whisper of the still small voice Pronounce the name, amid the storm and drama, Of someone who will come to our aid.
E. Kam-Ron
SHIRA B’SHEMAYIM Lyrics by Evelyn Hayes, © July 20, 2014
I sing to Hashem because he is in command I sing as He hurls rockets into the sand Protecting His people in their holy land. I sing, He is exalted, Master of War.
I sing to Hashem as He deflects prime-evil. I sing as He battles for wrong’s upheaval Pressuring terrorists to tremble by a twist of His wrist I sing; He is author and architect of peace.
His right hand is raised to make Amalek fall His right hand is raised against violence and brawl Disabling the fighters against mankind. His right hand is raised leaving the predators behind.
His right hand is raised blowing rockets apart Impeding the attackers, crashing them down His right hand embraces the frightened children with His heart His right hand beckons, inspires, uplifts.
Sing because vengeance is His Sing because rectification is His Sing with gratitude for His miracles His salvation is elevation, blessing, our manifest destination
We sing to Hashem as He has united His children The left with the right, the weak with the strong We sing to Hashem in victory so grand Because he tossed the villains away with their plans.
We sing to Hashem in His lighting up the heavens We sing to Hashem, in His glow we are settled We sing to Hashem in gratitude for His blessings We sing, winning the ceasing of war. Crying, pained by our losses, keeping His song.
We’re united with Hashem and His highest order Up from slavery, sacrifice, abuse, misuse, From hate to love, fear to trust, from liberalism to law, From evil to good, from death for life, from tunnels for war to gan eden.
We’re united in song, Shira B’Shemayim No longer despair, Yes, so much emunah Accepting His edicts, the good He depicts. We sing to Hashem, our Father in Heaven. He writes the song. Shira B’Shemayim , Shira B’Shemayim , Shira BShemayim
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