by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
Two doves stroll upon this Holy ground. A lone man communes in deep silent prayer. In solitude he faces east. Empty chairs face the Wall, as if men, like ghosts, are sitting on them. The man davens in the early morning light, fragile, yet strong, alone, yet with God. He faces God, like the large, enduring, ever lasting powerful Rock that He is. He prays as the Jew everywhere has prayed throughout history. Aware of God’s power, in this solitary landscape, the man takes a moment to pause before he continues with his day. The doves soon fly...
by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
It Is A Tree Of Life To Those Who Cling To It. Etz haim hee l’machazikim bah
by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
Vigilant, anonymous tank soldiers protect their sacred country – Eretz Israel. It was not always this way. Jews had no country to call their own, as roots cannot take hold in foreign hostile soil. May 14, 1948. Israel became a state with a flag, language and army. For the first time in a millennium Israel had its own army and land. Without this land there is no freedom for Jews. The Jew can walk proud, stand strong, defend himself against a world of conflict, permanent rejection, frozen hostility and sanctioned terrorism and slaughter. Soldiers march onward to engage the enemy before the enemy annihilates them. There is no choice. Silhouetted, nameless, these sculpted Jewish soldiers continue on their war road, determined in their effort, committed in their zeal, believing in their mission, to the end of life or...
by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
This Golan field calls me from afar. An untouched yearning pulls me in. Maybe it is the soft distant clouds or the lone eucalyptus tree in full bloom, or the warm undercurrent of soft dry air on this late summer day, or maybe it is the rocky uneven fields, or the flowers like weeds growing in wild surrender, or maybe it is the empty, untouched terrain, or the stillness where quiet hissing sounds of hidden insects can be heard, or maybe it is the lonely thoughts that quietly enter my heart, or maybe it is because I am in Israel and the land and the air and the place and the tree remind me that I am home, that I am...
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