Art for the soul


If the Jew has anything, he has hope. It is what permits him to joyously forgot all of the tribulations he has gone through, to block out the thought that nations defiantly proclaim their desire to annihilate his existence. It is what allows him to be real, seemingly foolish to the world, but full of something bursting within him that knows at the end of the day, at the End of Days, it will be a beautiful, happy ending. And it is this hope, this Hatikva, that he is determined to pass on to the rest of the world as they look to the sky for guidance. Hope, the Jew smiles, hope. And it will be good. We are coming home. Where we walk, we walk towards Jerusalem. And finally again, Jerusalem has returned to our hands. Hope, the Jew smiles. Hope. And it will be good. The soul of a Jew yearns, And forward to the East To Zion, an eye looks Our hope will not be lost,

The hope of two thousand years, To be a free nation in our land, The land of Zion and Jerusalem.

-From Hatikva, the Israeli National Anthem