Moshiach Poem by Chaya Mushka Kievman
BS"D Our eyes sparkle with anticipation for the day he
BS"D Our eyes sparkle with anticipation for the day he
During each Friday night there was darkness in the streets,
A flickering flame A dancing light A glowing spark A
BH Years ago on this day Our home was torn
BS"D The air of Yerushalayim feels pure and holy, and
BS"D Good Shabbos to everyone! I dedicate this parsha-post for
BS"D I dedicate this poem l’ilui nishmas (to elevate the
BS"D It's sprinkled on those towering mountains, like icing sugar
She stood there. Her heart was pounding excitedly, and a
BS"D Hello everyone! I know this Pesach-related post is rather late,