Oh, God, how this war pulls us to extremes: The kindness I see, a softening around the edges, prices lowered in the blink of an eye -- no haggling required, bus fares paid for by total strangers, food drives for soldiers, homes opened for the rocket ravaged. This is Israel in a golden glow. And then, the evil -- I say evil with no reservation, no qualification here, because celebrating death tears a hole in the fabric that binds us together. Oh God, how this war pulls us to extremes: Old men weeping alongside babies, awake at night we wait for the siren. It wont be long now and BOOM. Daylight, and the haze doesnt lift, we sleepwalk through the cities, a police siren sounds and our heart races. I see the kindness on the streets and online, hands reaching out for one another, I see it because I chose to see it -- I hope you see it, too. And oh God, let that speak louder than the snarls, than the slurs. Let that speak louder than the rockets, than the screams of frightened children, than the cries of anguished parents. Please, lets band together on one side, loudly, where our voices may reach those willing to speak from the other.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 12:51:25 +0000