written March 2018

Efi and Asaf

He might do his own business one day

Give it a shot. With no money in their pockets

They still survive. And smile. Why not. Give it a shot. A miracle might happen

Hadassah and her Jewish friends, young, before the army

Singing a song of remembrance for a lost loved one

Lost in this country’s constant war

They came to see the meteor showers

Lights across the desert sky to make a wish

Israelites… all are spiritual

All the days of their lives

They are seeking Him

Everywhere

I came to see the sands and rocks and depths

Of Mizpe Ramon

And to rest in the scorching August heat, alone

Why Israel? she asked

What is in you that is so drawn to what is here?

In the end no meteor showers could be seen

They lay on watch for them all night

To make a wish

In vain

And so they still seek Him

and sing another song

For a lost loved one, commemorating this country’s constant war

And the stars still keep silent

But the sands and rocks cry out… as every desert emptiness

Waiting for another miracle to happen

In Mizpe Ramon

By Judit