th Yahrtzeit of Danny Vaiselberg Z”L - On These I Cried - “על אלה אני בוכיה” -Here all are welcomed — 6

for others. I want to sing again Layla and Eliyahu, but I want to cry. We lost, I think a lot. Our community right now, we lost two brothers right in this community. Right in this community, Yoni and Danny were lifted. And to me, both of those special souls that are buried right next to each other, right next to each other. Those two souls to me are my thoughts of the precious souls that are here that are not understood. That don't find a place. And a soul here can thrive here. And a soul on this earth can thrive, can be understood. Can give to another and give back to another. And a soul here, this is a place of kindness. I lay down and cry. On those I cry, on those who are not understood, on those who feel no place, on those who aren't are not given a place, a world that they belong, a world that they're wanted, a world that here all are welcome. In Jerusalem, here all are welcome. Here all are welcome. Here all belong. And I cry for those that don't have a place, that don't have Jerusalem. In Jerusalem, here the oppressed Jew, the one who's a little different, who's not so understood, who doesn't work in school, for heaven's sake. He's not He doesn't know how to sit in his desk so nicely. In Jerusalem, here the pushed away Jew is wanted and welcome. That's what Jerusalem is, a place where you are wanted and welcome. Bring your carbon. A carbon means you've sinned. It's a place meant We all went, we brought our carbons. Here a Jew is wanted. Here a Jew is appreciated. Here a Jew is drawn in. In Jerusalem, I eila ani bochiya, for these I cry. The soul our soul, my soul and your soul that doesn't find this place here, that thinks it has to be far in here. Al eila ani bochiya, on those I cry, on these I cry, on these souls I cry. But I don't just mourn, I resolve to do something about it. I resolve to do something about it. Al eila ani bochiya, to make a master that you should align to crave Jerusalem, to crave for a mikdash, that here mitche Yisrael Yechaneis, here a Yiddishe neshama is welcome, here a Yiddishe soul is wanted, here a Yiddishe soul is understood, here a Yiddishe soul is respected, here a Yiddishe soul is hugged and loved and appreciated in mitche Yisrael Yechaneis. So I'd like to sing Al eila ani bochiya for Yoni, for his holy soul, for Danny. And I want to sing on these we cry, on these we cry, the soul that's understood.