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Words from Jerusalem
Here come the words
Stretching winged rainbows
From Jerusalem’s temple mount
To the Rockies icy heads
Pastel wishes for a humbler planet
Where each man wields his own plowshare
Content in the bounty of his lot
And leaves his tithe of golden harvest,
His bucket of clear spring water
For all hungry and thirsty to share
Thankful for the blessing
The giving
May our words touch yours
May our spirits mingle
May our seeds sprout, flourish
Grow tall, flower, grow their own pollen
May the birds take their petal-hues
And spread them, curving to distant places
From red to ultraviolet and back
And remind those with doubt in their hearts
Of the promise made to Noah
When the dove returned with a leaf
And rainbows ringed the world
© Johnmichael Simon
2006
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