בס״ד
Behar-Bechukosai
The shmitta year refines our view
she reminds us, and inclines us to
be grateful for our given land
and learn to have an open hand.
Your fellow you will not aggrieve
if the earth each seventh year you leave
yourself becoming one in need
uprooting brambles bred of greed.
A loftier seed is sown instead
and nourished, yields a richer bread
as one in seven she lies still
our hearts we leave to her to till.
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