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


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






And the night is tender


annexing immunity


into itself


Your streets are enfolded


a pillar of fire

 that is not seen from within


Your heart is awake

deeply listening

and you

are sleeping



                                                -- Tziporah

                                                translated by E. Kam-Ron





                                     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




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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