We believe that this is a message that resonates not only among the Jews of our great city, but among all our neighbors as well. At a time when the Middle East faces increasing upheaval and bitter partisanship has become a norm even within many democratic countries, this is a theme worth amplifying and repeating.
Higher than Mt. Blanc
And more Holy that the Mountain of Sinai
On this world this mountain stood.
such a mountain I saw-Jewish shoes in Majdanek....
Hear! Hear the march.
Hear the shuffle of shoes left behind-that which remained.
From small, from large, from each and every one.
Make ways for the rows-for the pairs-For the generations-for the years.
The shoe army-it moves and moves.
We are the shoes, we are the last witnesses.
We are shoes from grandchildren and grandfathers,
From Prague, Paris and Amsterdam,
And because we are only made of stuff and leather
And not of blood and flesh, each one of us avoided the hellfire. We shoes-that used to go strolling in the market
Or with the bride and groom to the chuppah
We shoes from simple Jews, from butchers and carpenters,
From crocheted booties of babies just beginning to walk ...
Unceasingly we go. We tramp.
The hangman never had a chance to snatch us into his
Sack of loot-now we go to him.
Let everyone hear the steps which flow as tears.
The steps that measure out the judgment.