Victims No Longer

ISRAEL to the World…A message.

After the ghettos and the camps,
The humiliations and the murders,
A decision was made —
To rise from the ashes,
To work and to build,
And to fight if necessary
To be free.
A reborn people
In our reborn Land,
Walking in victory
With G-d’s help,
Victims no longer.

-Keren Hannah

Ode To Spring

free_israel_photos_flowers_kalaniot_640*Kalaniot (Anemones) in the western Negev fields.

The flower buds appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. (Song of Songs 2:12 ESV)

Spring — the time when buds unfurl and leaves fan out from the branches of trees. God has thrown open a door and life springs forth from the earth. After the gray confines of winter, this season of rebirth and hope overwhelms the senses with color and fragrance.

The month of Nissan always falls in Spring and reminds us in a practical hands-on way as we “spring-clean” our homes; that we who were once slaves to the world are now willing servants of God. We thoroughly clean the refrigerator and oven, sorting our cabinets and shelves, checking everything for chametz, carefully removing all breadcrumbs as we prepare for Passover. Clean out the house – clean out our souls! Time for a sparkling new bebinning!

Ode to Spring

Sun drunk flowers
sway in the soft spring breeze.
Fragrant faces
of brilliant hue.

In freshly feathered nests
birds hearken to the gossip of Spring.

Windows thrown open wide
bring Spring’s honeyed voice inside.
Her breath pollen laden
spreads the contagion of her fever



A fresh new beginning!


* Ronnie Copas – Passover Cleaning

~ Cindy & Keren


This poem was originally penned with thoughts of the Hebrew month of Shevat, during which the ‘New Year for Trees’ is celebrated [see Tu’b’Shevat in ‘Appointments with God’ section], yet it is fitting for the season we find ourselves in. This year, in the northern hemisphere, Winter seems to have a tighter hold than usual and Spring is just beginning to show it’s promise as the trees shake the drowsiness of winter from their branches. As the nourishing sap rises to bring new life to the trees, we too can celebrate the new life given us each morning and at every new season of our lives by our faithful Creator,

Cedar-of-Lebanon,-adr090510629-bibleplaces, Esh-Shouf Cedar Reserve

The trees of the Lord are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which He has planted…[1]


Singing Psalms in Jerusalem
Swaying blue-striped tents of white
dot this sanctuary of time.
Tefillin, carrying the Word, light the way.
Tzitizit dance gently, accompanying
the prayers chanted this New Moon eve;
a psalm of love to our Creator.
Open hands uplifted to Heaven,
herald Shevat, and remind us:
We need not suffer thirst.
Living Water from Heaven’s stream
always flows, quenches, restores.
Like sweet sap rises
and fans a tiny flame into a burning fire. [2]



1. Psalm 104:16
2. Keren and Cindy composed this poem at Rosh Chodesh Shevat, 2013. Inspired by Velveteen Rabbi.