בס״ד
Bamidbar
Each half shekel was not the same
worn edges and tarnished faces
unique to each
a history and personality of its own
Yet valued as if newly minted
each coin carrying the imprimatur
of its bearer
whom the Molder had fashioned by hand
By this we were counted
like the gifts of the Nesi’im
identical, but not
no two hearts beating just the same
And the One who knows recognizes
from every unseen trace of sweat
and each adhering speck of arid dust
the soul who bore it
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