In the third watch of the night (after midnight) on Thursday, 10th of May, I had a very upsetting dream in which I heard a man with an Israeli accent singing a lament over and over.
I don’t remember all the words he sang, but I saw him out of the corner of my eye, at the edge of my field of vision, rocking backward and forwards and grieving over his nation. Some of his words were, “Yisrael, O Yisrael, how the mighty have fallen; hear the mothers weeping, O Yisrael.”
He repeated the same theme over and over as I, along with others, watched a long line of plain brown wooden coffins file past us.… [Continue reading...]
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