I do not rejoice at the downfall of my enemy.
When we bomb their buildings to bits
I feel no remorse.
They deserve everything we give them.
but nor do I feel joy.
I have no pity
for the women and children suffering in Gaza.
Nor do I lose sleep
as their babies freeze to death at night.
But I hardly revel in it.
And when Nasrallah’s bunker was blown to bits
and Sinwar, may his name be erased, was eliminated
I did not get up and start dancing to Hava Negila.
As God lives,
I want this world to be filled with life
and love is so much stronger than death.
HaShem, please!
What are we missing?
How do we move forward?
Killing terrorists just doesn’t do it for me anymore.
We are a nation
whose heart is patterned with scars,
and they never give us a chance to let them heal.
But we can take the chance for ourselves.
So may our spirit only grow
may our cup overflow
may every Jew learn to know
what we have to share with the world.
For darkness is not chased away with sticks,
not even with cannons.
One simply lights a small candle,
And the darkness flees before it.
