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Friday, January 18, 1985
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HARK! HARK! ISRAEL IS CALLING
BY MAURICE CROLL, M.D.
Arise ye sons and daughters
Of Israel, arise!
All the truly faithful
In all the foreign lands
Of the scattered diaspora.
The clarion sound of a
Bugle
Can be heard reverberantly
Across the lands
Calling out to thee,
The time has come.
Come home
Unto your promised land.
The bugle plea is calling
Unto thee.
Come ye home, my sons
And daughters.
Live here with us
In love and harmony.
Help us to build
Our land
Your land.
Let the land join
Us together
Into a bond full of
Promising future
For this great democracy
Of your — Israel.
Bring with you just
One main request,
Your children,
The children of Israel,
Yours,
To join with the children
Of Israel (ours),
To unite as one
In aim and love.
Let them mingle together,
To play and speak together
Their native Hebrew tongue.
Let them sing their songs
In one voice,
One to the other.
And in turn they will
Teach them rock,
But not too loud.
Let them love and learn
To work together
As the sons and daughters
Of this great
Land of the covenant
Here dwell the sabras,
Native sons and daughters
Of Israel.
A seat of advanced learning
In all their universities,
Striving for highest achievements
In all their professions.
Her stands the Wailing (Western)
Wall,
A symbol of our great past.
Let them pray in reverence,
In Hebrew,
To pour forth their deep-seated,
Lingering sorrows,
Against this battered, immortal
Self-cleansing wall,
Their prayers ascending
Directly to God
Will be heard again and again
To be forever recorded
In the heavenly
Book of Life.
Come, ye tillers of the
Soil,
To plough and nourish
Israel's sacred land.
Did ye not know,
Even in the time of Moses,
This land was ploughed
By willing hands
Of the Israelis,
Guarded by a gun (spear) in
The other hand,
Even as it is today.
This land — our land —
So trodden
Beneath the spiked heels
Of the manifold savage,
Blood-thirsty conquerors,
Needs
Your willing hands to nourish it.
Scoop up a handful of
This sacred soil
And it will tell you a
Story of bloody horrors,
Driven into it with a sword
And gun and cannon.
With the life blood of
Israel's sons and daughters
Fighting to defend its
Right to live in freedom.
Bring up this red colored
Freedom soil,
Long in our history
To become top soil
And let
God's sun evaporate it
Until it is no more.
Then plant your life,
Your future,
Deep into this ever
Loving soil
And weep no more.
No suppliant stance
Will thee unfold
To protect this
Living, enduring land,
To be forever everlasting,
Planting trees along the
Roads and in the orchards,
To beautify this growing,
Producing, grieving
Land of wonderment.
Bring your Jewish hearts
To Israel.
Walk through the seven gates.
We will open all
To welcome you in
Each open doorway.
Walk with us, brothers
And sisters,
Which thou truly art,
Into the pulsating heartland,
Jerusalem.
The true city of hope.
the city our beloved
King David
Built — to welcome you.
In Jerusalem the two
Of us,
My wife Eva and myself,
Walked leisurely through
The streets of Jerusalem.
We saw Jews from many
Different countries
In their own native dress,
Most prominently Hasidic,
The shepardic dress of Yemen
The Russian- colony, etc.
Strange were they in
Our vision.
We looked and looked,
Somewhat strange to our lives,
Then I consulted my heart.
Herein lies the complete
Future of Israel.
These are my peoples
And I revelled in this,
With a warm, complete
Inner loving
For all my people.
And then I knew,
In time,
Israel will surely
Live and flourish.
Stop and look into the
Beaming faces of the
Young sabras,
Walking tall.
Look into their eyes.
They will bow to no one.
And then I knew,
For sure,
Israel and its freedom
Cannot die.
ADDENDUM: My poem is an emotional
plea, largely in a Biblical,
fervent approach. The
poem of a dreamer — for
sure — my dream. It is
time for the Jews of the
diaspora (some of them)
to begin the long trek
home — to Israel.
Last year out of 14 mil-
lion Jews in the world
only 17 thousand came to
settle in Israel.
Chaim Arun heads the
Aliyah Desk in
Jerusalem trying to con-.
vince Diaspora Jews to
come live in Israel.
Gary Rosenblatt, editor of
The Detroit Jewish News,
says, "It is the most frus-
trating job in Israel." He
is absolutly right, proven
by the 17 thousand who
came last year, with 25
hundred from the United
States.
In time Israel's economic
woes will be solved. Israel
has' never lived without
major problems. Israel
needs olim (emigrants). It
is now the state's most
important goal.
CREDITS: The Most Frustrating Job in
Israel, by Gary Rosenblatt, in
The Detroit Jewish News,
Friday, Nov. 23, 1984.