Yesterday, while listening to “Higher & Higher” — the title track on the newest offereing by Neshama Carlebach, Poppyseed remarked
This isn’t what we usually pray for.
Really, Poppyseed. For what do we usually pray?
We usually pray to be better people.
Do you understand what this song is about, Poppyseed? It’s about a time that all people will get along and believe in God. There won’t be any more war or fighting.
Oh, that’s never going to happen.
What makes a six-year-old girl — living in suburban America — believe that there is no hope for lasting peace?
1918. At the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month. The War to End All Wars came to a conclusion with the Armistice signed by the Allied Forces and Germany.
We know now that the moniker was short-sighted. Not only did the Great War NOT end all wars, it created some new and more complicated problems.
But those soldiers, like the soldiers of every generation, have made unimaginable sacrifices so that we can enjoy freedom. There is no way to adequately thank the scores of men and women who made that possible.
Poppyseed, we cannot persevere without any hope for peace. Even when it seems beyond our grasp, there is always hope.
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