Vayeilech

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Vayeilech


The shmita is complete -

the land stretches and yawns

 from her year-long sleep.

earthen arms prepare to embrace hoe and plow

as she awaits the life-giving rain.


The year recedes, and -

with the raising of the sukkahs,

the King, newly coronated,

teaches Torah once more,

from the holy mountain,

to a thirsty people.




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