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Lawrence Hall [email protected] https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/ poeticdrivel.blogspot.com Waiting for the Messiah Someplace Else Motel: Rabbi, we've been waiting for the Messiah all our lives. Wouldn't now be a good time for him to come? Rabbi: I guess we'll have to wait someplace else. -Fiddler on the Roof And so we wait, here where we are, the time Marked off by calends and by candlelight Four Gospels in a ring of holy fire Before the Altar, and before the Throne The Magi journey through space and time Our journey is in waiting for a star To shine upon us all, and lead us to The Temple where all waiting finally ends Beside an Altar of repose in a Stable A cradle of wood from Eden and the Ark
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Waiting for the Messiah Someplace Else
If I were to go play Fiddler on the Roof; I'd say, no one knows the truth? No one knows the truth from fact. The truth, being median. Fact, being, which, either side believes. I wish that I had a measuring cup for either side of the scales. When we stop speaking, We can, always, listen to someone else. We get that yitter-yatter FORMS of truth everywhere. But I need to learn to just "Let It Be". ©2026Ellen Finn
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Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
No one knows the truth.