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A Blessing Upon Seeing Israel (Poem)

What is Israel?
It’s Jews who look like a salad of race, ethnicity & culture.
It’s Rav Ovadia Yosef at the money exchange place.
It’s cats with human souls.
It’s 80 mph.
It’s the truth.
It’s security guards who check for weapons at the door.
It’s Hebrew, Arabic and English together.
It’s kosher McDonald’s.
It’s the Israeli flag flying everywhere. EVERYWHERE. 
It’s girls with half shaved heads and purple hair walking barefoot on the overpass.
It’s frum ladies hitchhiking in the middle of the highway. 
It’s art museums, concert halls, and huge convention centers.
It’s companies sponsoring civic spaces.
It’s friends outside, relating.
It’s grandmothers, mothers and fathers taking their kids to school with sippy cups.
It’s huge ads.
It’s soldiers right next to Peace Now.
It’s Chasidim with old iPhones asking to borrow your charging cord. And you’re low on juice but you lend it.
It’s screaming, screaming babies and you say to yourself it’s so good to hear those beautiful babies crying. HITLER, YOU LOST.
It’s peace inside, because you know who you are and what matters in life.

And you will deal with all the rest.


By Dannielle (Dossy) Blumenthal, Ph.D. All opinions are the author’s own; this blog is posted in the author’s personal capacity. Available for reuse under Creative Commons 3.0 License. For more information, visit

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