Emuna Is his Name


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People are fascinating. Each human being has his or her own story, one that is not always well known. Interviewing members of our community is a privilege and always reveals surprises. Writing for the WWW gives me that opportunity – and the excuse to ask questions without feeling that I am being nosy.

I had the privilege of talking to Avi Emuna of Promised Land Landscaping. I am sure many of you have used Avi’s services, as he has been working as a landscaper in Baltimore for many years. I know that Avi has helped me; he planted some shrubs in the front and side of my house that give me pleasure every year when they bloom again without any effort on my part.

But there are parts of Avi that most people in the community probably do not know. There are aspects of his life that have nothing at all to do with landscaping.

Mr. Emuna was born in Iran but came to Israel when he was five years old. He grew up in Israel, went to college there, and was a soldier in the Yom Kippur war, working in communications. After serving in the army, he decided to travel as many Israelis do when they finish with their military service. He traveled all around the United States and Central America, often ending up in Chabad houses. He became religious through Chabad and considers himself a Lubavitcher chasid.

Avi has always been a writer, who has been writing poetry since he was a young child. As he became more religious, his poems started to revolve around his learning and his yearning for the Redemption. Recently, he published a book of poems all in Hebrew with many allusions to pesukim in Chumash and Nach.  Each poem is different, but they all have a religious theme and express his yearning for the Geulah. For example, in one of his poems, called “Arei Miklat,” he uses the arei miklat, the cities of refuge described in the Chumash, as a metaphor for the soul of a person. The Hebrew poem below is the first one in his book, with an approximate translation. For those who can understand Hebrew, it is much more beautiful in the original.

The book is called Path to Geulah. Lovers of poetry who want to purchase his book may call Mr. Emuna at 410-622-2663.


 

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A New Song

 

New song, a song of Geula

Rises like a flame,

A new song engraved on our hearts

[or, Engrave a new song on our hearts???]

Sprouting from Galut’s midst.

 

A new song for a stubborn people

A nation that risked its soul

A new song of a obstinate generation

That demands the Redemption

 

With mighty power, stronger than ever

Like a burning torch, like the Ner Tamid,

Those who tremble at His word

To obey the voice of His dictates.

 

Keeping His promise, fulfilling His word

His word was kept to His nation of the faithful

He extracted us from Galut in the blink of an eye

Although we delayed twice.

 

With our youth and our elders, our sons and our daughters

For it is a festival of Hashem for us

We all stand together with glory

No one left behind. 

 

New song song of redemption

Like a flame rise up

New song in our heart engrave

Grow from the exile

 

New song with stubborn neck

A nation sacrifice his soul

New song of a new generation

On demand for redemption

 

With mighty power stronger than ever

Like a burning torch and the temple menorah

Fear of his word

To obey the voice of his word

 

Keeping his word fulfilling his promise

To his nation his words was kept

From exile he took us out like a blink of an eye

Although we delayed twice

 

With our youth and elder sons and daughters

For is festival of GOD to us

We all stand together with glory

No one left behind. 

 

 

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