A Homage to my Beloved Israel
Born oceans away
Years after you became
Your name played music
On my lips un-kissed
The taste of milk and honey
On occasions joyous and sad
Stood before your wavering flag
Loving you blindly in sight
Your spirit enamored my heart
Tales twirled, snapshots danced
In my fresh and fertile mind
I put you on a pedestal
Of freedom, courage, and hope
In the Hora holding hands
The tunes swept my feet
Like feathers of doves in flight
The voice, lyrics, and notes
Pierced my soul from within
I dreamt and dreamt about you...
The time came to be with you
Today I am here
This miracle, I cannot believe!
The dream fell short of real
Today I know you with my eyes
Your land is hot, red, and fertile
The pigments of life, love, and fire
Your wind breathes an ocean breeze
Desert dust, honeybush
Scents of spring, ancient and fresh
Your sun blinds the eyes
Igniting all that is holy and divine
I hear your voice in children’s play
In street greetings, blessings, and cheers
From young and old, from far and near
All live with freedom and pride
You amaze the world
You are big, not small
You shine a light of hope and shalom
To all nations, faraway lands
To your friends, supporters, and even your foes
I dreamt and dreamt about you...
The time came to be with you
Today I am here
This miracle, I cannot believe!
You’re primal and you’re novel
You’re are wise and you’re bold
You’re blue, white, gold, and true
You ignite the soul of every Jew
Your gates are open to all your kind
You are first to come, to rescue and cure
The bereaved, the weak, the lost, or fragile
With compassion, kindness, and justice
You Shine a Light on Humankind
The many foes you face
With strength, you endure
With faith, you believe
Your unfathomable knowledge and will
Beats the sword, the stone, and the missile
You stand proud when others shout
Your past is an anchor
The horrors have gone from the body, not the mind
Never again will you bow, submit or renounce.
I dreamt and dreamt about you...
The time came to be with you
Today I am here
This miracle, I cannot believe!
As my days with you increase
The honeymoon, the dream all gone
My senses find delight in real-time
My love matures; you are not perfect, just true
As a mother and her child, I love you as you are
Your soil is blessed, growing crops of all types
Your trees bear fruits, nectars of delight
Dates that melt in my mouth, pomegranates so red,
Nourishment and succulence in my mouth
It is no wonder that in your land
I find refuge, shelter, enjoyment, and pride
I can be who I am, and my head I hold high
In this Our Holy Land
I acknowledge Our Creator, The Divine
I pray that thy soil be safe
Thy inhabitants know brotherhood and peace
You, Beacon of Light and Hope
If there is one thing I know
You will always BE under Divine Decree
Your flag will wave the world SHALOM!
The end.
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