Home
I was on the bus coming home from school today and it struck me again. I cannot believe I live here. Its not that its bad. I'm usually OK with it Sometimes its even fabulous But sometimes it strikes me and I remember that this is not home I think its the same way with the Galut that we are in Usually its all good Its not horrible Sometimes its down right glorious But then sometimes We get shaken And we remember It strikes us I can't believe I'm here I'm not home Im eshkachech Yerushalayim Tishkach Yimini