Poem Written In A Succah First Evening Of Chol Ha- Moed 5771 Poem by Shalom Freedman

Poem Written In A Succah First Evening Of Chol Ha- Moed 5771



POEM WRITTEN IN A SUCCAH FIRST EVENING OF CHOL HA- MOED 5771

Inside
In calm
Unable to see the sky
Waiting for the lines
And letting them slowly come-

How many years have we wandered
Before coming home?
Home is where we are supposed to be
Most safe-

The missiles of our enemies
Cover our space

I pray to God we will have the strength
To not have to wander again.

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

Troy New York
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