written 12th April 2018
I thought of you today. During the sound of the siren.
Ariel. God’s lion. You survived.
Your parents did not.
I remember your blue eyes, Ariel.
We had a talk in Haifa.
You came in 1957. A young man, who once was a boy from Katovicz.
Now there is this woman in your life, I saw her at our shabbat table, too
Who talks to you about Jesus the Messiah a lot. “All the time”, you say.
Isaiah 53: “He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth.”
Ariel… the lion of Judah will return and raise them up at the last day.
“there may yet be hope” Lamentations 3:29