Dedicated to the memory of Shiri Bibas, a devoted mother and wife, and her two innocent children, Ariel and Kfir, whose lives were stolen in an act of unimaginable Muslim brutality.
My brother, do you know where the messiah will be born?
Not in halls of gold, nor beneath vaulted heavens,
But in a prison, where the walls breathe damp sorrow,
Where the floor is baptized in bile and filth,
Marked by thieves, by whores, by the hands of the damned.
For G-d is not bound by the laws He has made, nor locked in the light, nor lost in the shade. He hides, yet He reveals His face, both distant and near in the same holy space.