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“Thy people shall be my people”                                           -Ruth 1:16 Smoke rises here from foul Gehenna’s fires Fires set by souls twisted like cold barbed wire Sole argument of ideologies Strung geometrically from hate to hate Smoke rises here; soft ashes fall as death Torah, Mishnah, and Gemera – and us For without the Word and the People Israel We are but wraiths, and darkly blown about O Israel! You are the broom tree in the wilderness The Tree of Life who shelters all with love You are the tent of Sarah and Abraham And we are blessed who find refuge in you
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
The Tree of Life has Many Branches
“Thy people shall be my people”                                           -Ruth 1:16 Smoke rises here from foul Gehenna’s fires Fires set by souls twisted like cold barbed wire Sole argument of ideologies Strung geometrically from hate to hate Smoke rises here; soft ashes fall as death Torah, Mishnah, and Gemera – and us For without the Word and the People Israel We are but wraiths, and darkly blown about O Israel! You are the broom tree in the wilderness The Tree of Life who shelters all with love You are the tent of Sarah and Abraham And we are blessed who find refuge in you
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lawrence-hall
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
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