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          
