once upon a time … i was a
promise as
still
as a pomegranate seed in
Sara … bearing no
leaves…not yet
pomegranate wine…
one of many sands washed
to other lands.. i am
yellow stars and
smoke…
and furnaces and
…soap …
hidden
places and
… hope..
found places… and
Israel
once again …
Israel in foreign
lands…nonetheless a blue
veined Star of David
pomegranate seed waving
“next year in Jerusalem,” saying
seed
of the diaspora…. Proud
to have a place to go…
home…
some promises are
forever
Israel
Beautiful 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike