On ancient sands of time
we weep and mourn
for those who have died
before they were born
their hearts ripped apart
burnt and torn
their bones scattered chard
in ashes and thorns.
In annals of time
their stories be told
how old bond of blood
had turned cold
how rotten roots
grow poisoned fruit
and bring God’s ire
with brim and fire.
A tale of strife
with wish and hope
for sacred place
and strength to cope
on this green earth
that turned red
so grim and dark
and oh, so sad.
But our faith is our bond
to Hashem our God
who gave His promise
to lead us and guide
to His Promised Land
to live there with pride
forever and more
as husband and bride.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
November 3, 2023 | OC California
Photo: The Wailing Wall, Jerusalem, Israel 2018
