Hello

Home is where the heart is...

 At this holy moment, where there is now silence in heaven, I feel Your holy breath.

From birth till now, so much loneliness and pain, so much loss, never to regain.

But there are YOU! You told me in the car, that we would find a Jewish cemetery. 

And later we would meet someone who had something to do with Jewish graveyards.

And you said, and then you will see what I Am is about to do.

It happened as you said, and I was invited to visit a Synagogue.

The moment I stepped inside, 
I almost fainted and all the mysterious longing subsided. 

I came HOME! You sent me the prove with pictures I never saw,

Jewish faces staring at me without doubt the truth was raw.

 

You brought me to the homeland.

The smell I will never forget, it was so deep, that I could not comprehend,

But Paul our beloved friend, knew what was going on, and he told me later that he already knew the tine seed, of my birthright in t(HIS) land.

 

The journey that I had to make, was deeper and further then Israel's state.

It was the process of dying to self, to leave the flesh behind,

And those I hoped would understand, were sometimes not so kind,

 

The questions even strangers ask, why am I not living there,

They ask with cold hearts and in fact they do not even care, I lean on my beloved, He decides what I must do.

With my eyes closed and my heart for HIM only,

I walk the path, that He sets before me.

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And despite the harsh and cruel accusations, I am so thankful that this is my life. I am HIS and HIS alone.

During this long journey He circumcised my heart. It is HIS, no longer my own. The future is in HIS hands, I trust HIM, without a doubt.

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And no matter what you tell me what I must do, no matter how you shout,

HE is MY Beloved, my all in all, I never let go of His hand, because

no matter how exiting Israel is, He carried me in HIS heart, and that my beloveds is the real promised land. 

D'Vorah Pnina Meijer