Monday, March 17, 2008

A Seed

A seed germinating,
growing inside of me.
I see it in my belly,
a form of a tree.

Dreams of apples,
pomegranates,
oranges,
and grapes,
surround
me.

Is Israel a fertile ground?
Does she exist in time?
Who is her Messiah?

I dream of a fatherland but
also of a mother.
Golda Meir dreamed, too.
May those in her footsteps
not follow their heart
solely. May they find the one
who
created them for this time
in the earth.

Jesus is the dream,
I awake to.

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