בס״ד
Behar
Har Sinai heard each word He said,
Atop her granite shoulders:
“A mountain, too, is a feeling thing,
I’m not just rocks and boulders.”
“I skipped with joy when they were freed,
But won’t feel their tilled embrace,
HaAretz will for six whole years.”
A tear ran down her face.
“From my shrouded peak they heard the call,
So what am I? Chopped liver?
My stony arms felt no caress.”
She reflected with a quiver.
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