בס״ד
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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