Saturday, 7 January 2012

The Holy Land

There is a green hill far away we hear
Where shepherds watch their flocks by night and see
Over there a man on a donkey steer
Towards the fish-filled lake of Galilee
To perform miracles for the sailors
At Cana the wedding wine flows blood red
Soon he will be betrayed to the nailers
His blood changed to water and proven dead
In the wilderness his scorched eyes saw God
As many a desert wanderer hath
But the flame remained as the Zaddik trod
The stony path which leads from life to death
A chalice unchosen not rejected
The world's heart stopped will be resurrected

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