by nvpadmin | Jan 1, 1970 |
A sad and wistful feeling over comes me as I stare at these old and forgotten worthless possessions. The brass Hamsads may still carry amulet protection. I think of Jan Vermeer and his exquisite Dutch interiors of 1593 reinterpreted and transplanted into the Middle Eastern landscape. I wonder what cupboard or table held the ceramic container, what liquid filled its smooth interior. Old discarded jewelry and necklaces, broken lanterns, copper plates lie abandoned in this crowded antique store window in South Tel-Aviv. No one walks here any more to shop. There are no visitors or local customers. Even the storekeeper is nowhere to be found. Deserted and forgotten, like old keepsakes, or long ago memories, this glass front speaks of a time and a place and a period that no longer exist. Only remnants remain without meaning, ownership or...
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...
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