Poetry by Yaffa Glanz



by Yaffa Ganz
Nestled against the warm white stone

in the courtyard encircling Rachel's Tomb,

squinting into the bright sunlight,

I ask for blessings.

For Rachel's sons and daughters,

for my people,

for their Land, being torn asunder.

Vultures circle the sky, talons flexed,

waiting to pounce

upon the single dove.

But the walls of the tomb

are warm and strong.

The arms of a mother

encircle and protect.

This is my birthing place.

Here I am home.




by Yaffa Ganz


It was foretold...

born Ben Oni -- Son of My Affliction,

            he was Rachel's child of grief and pain.

Called Binyamin -- Son of My Strength,

            he was Jacob's child of comfort, solace and relief.

            The only one of twelve

            who never bowed to foreign rule.

            He was born in God's Land.

(c)2000/5761 Yaffa Glanz, All works here reproduced here with the author's kind permission

The Friends of Rachel's Tomb
Dale Baranowski, Director, P.O. Box 24, 9094200 Elazar, Israel

Rachel's Tomb:  A Capsule History       A Photographic Tour Of Rachel's Tomb     Searching For Every Rachel       More Recent History

Rachel's Yahrzeit   News Update      Articles

Midnight At The Tomb   Prayers For Those In Need    Donations LinksWebmaster

Return To Main Page