When Moses brought back that holy strand,
he brought it, shedding light in the dark:
That fire became the haven of his-
in the courtroom and city of the heathens.
O Moses, where have thou left that holy strand?
Look, thine followers strive to find it;
they have sought it across the lands and seas,
and have found it, burning peacefully on Sinai.
They have brought it back-
And have ignited that haven with flame.
The olive tree has caught that flame Moses,
It burns, waiting for thee to return.
People gather around it, eagerly wait-
O where the Almighty's voice is?
O Moses, He does not speak.
O son of the Nile, shan't thou ask-
The sons of Paran and Nazareth inquire-
Shan't thou ask those with the strand:
Why have they burnt God's Torah and land?
Comments1
A metaphor for todays strife and people often do not realize how deep metaphors go. Well written
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