Today Poem by Peter Eliastam

Today



Israel, foretold by wounding, world-room to himself denied,
Of desert wastes, and howling; hope hardly to be held in tremulous
Intrepid hands. Huge his desire, fireball gunned down, rose-bled and all
Life struck dumb, Yehudim bloom as blue as sapphires at Sharon,
Rooting ravenous for footing at Messiah’s water-wells.

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