To all my extended Family
may the lamp of God
guide your steps
as you walk down
lonely streets
full of people,
and down subways,
and along the highways
with trains above ground
may the light of the Most High
shine from behind
dark clouds
and the beauty
of all that you are come forth
like a rose rising out of ashes
may all our eyes be open
on that day
when our brokenhearts are mended,
the prison doors opened,
and out of confusion clarity comes,
when the cruel hands
of the oppressor loses its' power
and only liberty stands.
Because the true Gospel is preached to
the poor (Luke 4:17,18,19)
Shalam,
Zarach
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