We Won’t Stop Singing 

Photos: Aryeh Leib Abrams

I’m no soldier, but maybe there was something I could contribute to my brothers and sisters, those on the battlefront fending off the enemy, and those on the homefront mourning unfathomable loss?
I’m no writer either, but this story isn’t about me — it’s about the power of our people to find faith and hope even in the darkest times. And maybe these lines can help others appreciate what it feels like in
Eretz Yisrael now, as all of us pray a little harder and stretch a little more, until the day of our greatest song

I’ve been singing for about 25 years, and, sadly, I’m no stranger to hospital wards or even shivah homes. It is, as they say, part of the territory.

That’s because music is about connecting to people, and if there is a connection, then there is also an obligation to be there to encourage, cheer, or comfort.

But nothing — nothing! — prepared me for what I saw, and what I felt, last week.

Last week, I didn’t see wounded soldiers, I didn’t see displaced soldiers, and I didn’t see bereaved parents.