Candles flicker, not in shadow
Music echoes past the stream –
Suddenly I am allowed
To sing out my identity;
To wave a flag of Jewish pride,
To dance beneath the golden glow
Of castle walls in Rozmberk.
And in this town will sleep tonight
A dozen Jews with bellies full,
Content and warm, where once before
The Jews had but a footprint left.
Is this what Hitler thought could be?
If I could force that man to watch
As families unite with joy,
Unafraid and unashamed
Of who we are and how we live,
Drinking wine from silver cups
And passing on a diamond ring,
Free of fear and free of him,
That might be enough for me.
My people lives! My people rises
From the ashes, like a phoenix –
Born to live and live again
And what a life it is.
Amen!
Liora Sophie 