I was in Munich, Germany - and I had a vision for a memorial, where thousands of candles could be lit to memorialize the sparks of all the souls that rose to Heaven.
Has mankind learned his lesson ? Well look at the videos in the NY Times where Nicholas Kristof, brings to the viewers attention the plight of the refuges in the Congo, four million to date
which have died from war, hunger, and disease. Where did all our civilization and technology disappear to ? Are we repeating the 1940's where millions of human souls are lost...once again.
Oh well it's Africa, here we go again - Uganda, Darfur, Somalia, Ruanda.
Hmmm maybe the retiring CEO of Exxon, could spare a plane full of food, or John Chambers could fly down and tell them about all the new developments in internet telecommunications,
and Bill Gates could bring some Vista voip servers, and of course some food and medicine. The Saudi princes could cruise over in their mega yachts from the Mediterranean and hold a feast or two. The Sultan of Brunai could fly a few thousand refuges over to his palaces and hotels for some R&R. Was it Candide who said "This is the best of all possible worlds ? "
What happened to all the missionaries ? Did 4 million people deserve this... ?
Once, in 1989, I was in Marienplatz, one lovely summer evening, there were South American Indians playing native music. The Plaza was lively, but it wasn’t, something was alien, something was wrongful and uncleansed, something was in an unholy spatial temporal distortion, something was forgotten, perhaps even books were burned here, words of hatred were once spoken here, holy men were beaten, families were broken, life was distorted, innocents deported, money extorted, treasures and property stolen, children berated, Temple and Scrolls desecrated.... that wasn’t the sound of a Shofar I heard. That wasn’t Klezmer music playing softly in the background.....
I had a vision of sanctification, of dedication, of purification of prayer and singing and triumph...thousands of candles would be shaped in the form of a Mogen David, purifying
decades of darkness, shame, and repression... celebrating our Survival, celebrating the beauty of our religion, the holiness and warmth of
WHEN HEAVENLY ANGELS CRIED
B”H I can not sleep
The souls of my Mishsproche, I hear them crying out in my heart...& I begin to inwardly weep
The blood- mixed ashes, urine, flesh, bone, and seed
Their souls cry out – I have looked from a temporal cyber-distance in their eyes...and felt this imploring need
The Angels hold the souls in glowing ashes of Jewish children in their hand –and even they do not really understand
Looking up as sparkling souls travel up toward the Heavenly sky...even though in His Holy presence they will keep
And still in the ashes, held in their tender hands, the Angels weep
It was time when millions of parts of us died
A time when Heavenly Angels gazed in their hands and cried
What shame had befallen on the Human race?
This Shoah Aveyra SCREAMS out in Cyberspace
The horrors, imaginations, in my dreams
In abandonment, violence, and fright their screams
The little children gathered together en masse
Shrieing out in the rain of lead, in violent clouds of poison gas
The unholy nefesh (souls) of these ersatz ubermensch
In how many lifetimes shall they atone for this vile foul genocidal stench?
What type of wretched knave
Would murder millions of children or use them as a slave?
Let me envision in Marienplatz just this one beauteous summer night
Thousands of Yahrzeit candles formed in Mogen Davids emanating a holy and purifying light
Where we can recite Brochas and Kaddish on this eternal remembrance night
Just this once, to light candle, in lieu of maypole celebrations and a burning yule
Let us join these lights with the sparks of our ancestors in Simchas and in the eternity of Gilgul
Yes with pride and joy this time around, with psalms and brochas we can join our hands and
consecrate this ground
The Soul of our Planet needs this very light
To illume in our consciousness the true meaning of this tearful plight
That this horror does not ever again add more continuity
We must pray, with all good men and women, against any thought of perpetuity
We must merge in everlasting love, unity, and compassion...to heal the suffering torment of our brethren this night
To join hands, celebrate, dance, sing, and purify our planet of any more plight
Please Oh Glorious Heavenly King within and up above
Shower us all, your children, throughout your planet, with your Grace, Blessing, Peace, and Love
As we enter this new Millennium, escaping from a time of war, hatred, and violence from which we disengage
Let the souls of our Misproche be healed as we welcome them back with a joyous, peaceful age
Perhaps by the new Reichstag in
I wondered the other night as I was looking at Holocaust photos on the web, was I looking
unbeknownst to me, at the faces of my family, my relatives I never had met or knew?
In truth they were all my family, we are all eachother’s family.
Whether it be Cambodia, Mogadishu, Bosnia, Uganda, Kurdish Iraq, Armenia, Siberia, Ethiopia, Lebanon, Algeria ...let it end, let it be no more.