Make my hands
like the men in the
Land of Zebulun
Whom you blessed
with the writer's pen
Who worshiped you atop
the pyramids
in the thick forest
who recorded the seasons and times
for the generations to come
Make my lips
like that of the poet
whose words ebb and flow
like the waves of the ocean
the sound of which delight
the ears of the hearers
like music well played
I want to write about
Your Love for me
Shalam
ZARACH
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