Silver Platter

We started the day with a lecture and discussion on the complexities of Israeli society and culture with Professor Paul Liptz.  One hour for the topic is certainly not nearly enough, but it was enough to make very clear–living here means simultaneously living in one of the measurably happiest counties in the world and also one of the most stressful.  On the way to the next site to learn about the founding of Israel and the War of Independence, our awesome ARZA WORLD tour guide, Lana Zilberman read us  Natan Alterman’s poem, The Silver Platter. The famous poem was inspired by Chaim Weizmann, the first President of Israel who commented on the 1947 UN Partition plan;  “No state is ever handed on a silver platter.”
Translator: David P. Stern
…And the land will grow still
Crimson skies dimming, misting
Slowly paling again
Over smoking frontiers
As the nation stands up
Torn at heart but existing
To receive its first wonder
In two thousand years
As the moment draws near
It will rise, darkness facing Stand straight in the moonlight In terror and joy
…When across from it step out
Towards it slowly pacing In plain sight of all A young girl and a boy
Dressed in battle gear, dirty
Shoes heavy with grime
On the path they will climb up
While their lips remain sealed
To change garb, to wipe brow
They have not yet found time Still bone weary from days And from nights in the field
Full of endless fatigue
And all drained of emotion
Yet the dew of their youth
Is still seen on their head
Thus like statues they stand
Stiff and still with no motion And no sign that will show If they live or are dead  
Then a nation in tears
And amazed at this matter Will ask: who are you? And the two will then say
With soft voice: We–
Are the silver platter On which the Jews’ state Was presented today  
Then they fall back in darkness
As the dazed nation looks And the rest can be found In the history books.
At the end of a long day of touring the Palmach museum, Cessaria, Haifa Bahai Garden’s, meeting with Paul Liptz and having a home hospitality lunch and learn with a member of the Druze Israeli community, I know that we too are carrying  silver platters tarnished with the hopes, dreams, and visions of those who came before us.  I hope we are worthy. And I hope that we can change the course of history, one peaceful act at a time.
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