בס״ד
Beha’aloscha
Revelations rarely last,
The present supersedes the past,
Eyes which once beheld a miracle,
Are now seduced by vision physical.
Did it really happen as is taught,
That He, from slaves, a nation brought,
From flaming forge, ejected dross,
Are we His people…or an albatross?
It only took a three day trek,
To hang ourselves around His neck,
Seeking pretexts, from our fears,
To raise an outcry to His ears.
O People, of short memory born,
Be not quick to feel forlorn,
’Twas not a dream, as if asleep,
Nay, a vision true, for us to keep.
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