Chanukah Poem - A Great Miracle

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Sharing a poem for the last night wistfulness of Chanukah.

A Great Miracle

Restless, I lay awake, hot nights,
on the stone roof, among the figs
drying there, my mattress soaking
with sweat, watched the sky turn pink

over Nebi Smuel, out past
the old border. A man alone
with a rifle could close the road
for hours. We leave all borders behind.

How eager I was then, and full of fear.
A great miracle happened there,
but I did not see my life hinging
on your love and turned away.

Now, I own history there not only
through fathers. I have a book
full of pictures of the Holy Land
but none of you, asleep inside.