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We must have forgotten thee, o Jerusalem, because our tongues cleave to the roofs of our mouths and our right hands have lost their cunning. Our temple has been sacked. Only dregs remain to sanctify the altar and kindle the eternal flame. It would take a miracle. By the waters of Babylon we lie and weep when we remember that land flowing with milk and honey across the Jordan. We were to row ashore and dwell there beneath vines and fig trees, our swords beaten into ploughshares. Instead, carried to captivity, required from us is song. Praise and laud, exalt and extol, with our cleaving tongues.
Copyright 2020 Judith Sanders
On October 27, 2018, at the Tree of Life – Or L’Simcha Congregation in Pittsburgh, the congregation was attacked during Shabbat morningservices. The shooter killed eleven people and wounded six. It was the deadliest attack ever on the Jewishcommunity in the UnitedStates.