IN MEMORIAM: JUDIH WEINSTEIN

Judih Weinstein, poet and entrepreneur, lived with her husband Gad Haggai on Kibbutz Nir Oz, on the Gaza perimeter. The couple were dual citizens of Israel and the US. They had four children and seven grandchildren. According to the Times of Israel, “she was an English teacher who worked with children with special needs, and also used meditation and mindfulness techniques to treat children suffering from anxiety caused by years of rocket fire that have plagued residents of the Gaza border area.” According to the kibbutz’ statement about her, Judih “loved to create and was dedicated to working for peace and friendship.”
On October 7, 2023, Judih and Gad were on their morning walk when the attack began. Judih made a 40-second video clip of missiles streaking across the sky, and shared it in a group chat that morning. Nothing more was heard from Judih or her husband. Both were murdered that day when Hamas invaded Nir Oz, and their bodies were taken to Gaza.
With permission of the family, we reproduce here a few of her poems. May her memory, and the memory of the others murdered on October 7, be blessed. And may the vitality that bursts from her poems prevail over the messengers of death.
 

 DO YOU LOVE

do you love
do
you give love in ample plentitude?
do you love to love
the word
the enchantment
the magus magic montage of magnamitude attitude
love
do you love out loud when you look at life
is love a flying Oh zone that auras over all?

do you love
this love
of glorious boisterous lilt etude?

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FLAMING SANDSTORM

a flaming sandstorm
screams maelstroms in my mind
fire-eyed phoenix walls
rebirthing through infinity's scales

a wild-eyed artist
overturns paint cans from mountaintops
a sunset with no conception of time

Begone the beige of blandness
Forge pigments where no color's found
Turn it on! Blast it wider! Sing the sky olive!

 
Stream poem mind – judih September 2020
once upon a time
i belonged
i clicked in
my friends were poets
we spoke poetry
we jammed we thrived
one fed the other
my friends were painters
we spoke images
we painted our minds
collective creation
my friends were funny
we giggled at absurdities
in the middle of life
vibrations of laughter
once upon a time
real life friends
sitting side by side
strolling shade-strewn paths
we offered secrets
and bonded over pledges
this nostalgic sigh
as screens populate my day
video chatting as if
a leap through the distance
from mind to mind
is perfectly fine