Poem by my father
In a dark night with not a friend
I walked all alone in the world
A splitting burst of thunder I heard
And sea breakers that hammered and curled.
A thunder rolled over the skies
Wind gusts battered me with a cry
Terror blinded my eyes
I couldn’t tell an enemy from an ally.
In a night with not a friend, all bleary
I could see no shelter around
I walked on, broken and weary
Searching for hope to be found
"HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over"
Translated from Hebrew by me
In a dark night with not a friend
I walked all alone in the world
A splitting burst of thunder I heard
And sea breakers that hammered and curled.
A thunder rolled over the skies
Wind gusts battered me with a cry
Terror blinded my eyes
I couldn’t tell an enemy from an ally.
In a night with not a friend, all bleary
I could see no shelter around
I walked on, broken and weary
Searching for hope to be found
My charcoal painting, untitled
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