In Jerusalem

Hear O Israel

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lazersilberstein: unicornsandcarrots: Laugh laugh at all the dreams which I, the dreamer, can weave, because I believe in humanity; for in you I still believe. #sachaki #tchernikowsky #poem #liturgy #Hebrew #tefilah #prayer #Judaism #Jewish #pray #believe #belief #humanity #laugh #service #shabbat #synagogue #inspiring #meaningful #deep (Taken with instagram) Honestly? Best modern Hebrew poet. 

lazersilberstein:

unicornsandcarrots:

Laugh laugh at all the dreams which I, the dreamer, can weave, because I believe in humanity; for in you I still believe. #sachaki #tchernikowsky #poem #liturgy #Hebrew #tefilah #prayer #Judaism #Jewish #pray #believe #belief #humanity #laugh #service #shabbat #synagogue #inspiring #meaningful #deep (Taken with instagram)

Honestly? Best modern Hebrew poet. 

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She found herself remembering the last time she had seen her mother. It had been on Harlaw, at Ten Towers. A candle had been flickering in her mother’s chamber, but her great carved bed was empty beneath its dusty canopy. Lady Alannys sat beside a window, staring out across the sea. “Did you bring my baby boy?” she’d asked, mouth trembling. “Theon could not come,” Asha had told her, looking down upon the ruin of the woman who had given her birth, a mother who had lost two of her sons. And the third …

She found herself remembering the last time she had seen her mother. It had been on Harlaw, at Ten Towers. A candle had been flickering in her mother’s chamber, but her great carved bed was empty beneath its dusty canopy. Lady Alannys sat beside a window, staring out across the sea. “Did you bring my baby boy?” she’d asked, mouth trembling. “Theon could not come,” Asha had told her, looking down upon the ruin of the woman who had given her birth, a mother who had lost two of her sons. And the third …

(Source: mellonball)

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“The heart tree knew my name.  The old gods.  Theon, I heard them whisper.  There was no wind but the leaves were moving.  Theon, they said.  My name is Theon.”  It was good to say the name.  The more he said it, the less like he was to forget.  “You have to know your name,” he’d told his sister.  “You… you told me you were Esgred, but that was a lie.  Your name is Asha.”

“The heart tree knew my name.  The old gods.  Theon, I heard them whisper.  There was no wind but the leaves were moving.  Theon, they said.  My name is Theon.”  It was good to say the name.  The more he said it, the less like he was to forget.  “You have to know your name,” he’d told his sister.  “You… you told me you were Esgred, but that was a lie.  Your name is Asha.”

(Source: fuckyeahtheon)