A holiday poem written by Philip M. Raskin Poem Israel, my people, God's greatest riddle, Will thy solution Ever be told Fought - never conquered, Bent - never broken, Mortal - immortal, Youthful, though old. Egypt enslaved thee, Babylon crushed thee, Rome led thee captive, Homeless thy head. Where are those nations Mighty and fearsome Thou hast survived them, They are long dead. Nations keep coming, Nations keep going, Passing like shadows, Wiped off the earth. Thou an eternal Witness remainest, Watching their burial, Watching their birth. Pray, who revealed thee Heaven's great secret : Death and destruction, Thus to defy Suffering torture, Stake, inquisition - Prithee, who taught thee Never to die Ay, and who gave thee Faith, deep as ocean, Strong as the rock-hills, Fierce as the sun Hated and hunted, Ever thou wand'rest, Bearing a message : God is but one ! Pray, has thy saga Likewise an ending, As its beginning Glorious of old Israel, my people, God's greatest riddle, Will thy solution Ever be told For more poems, check out the poem catalog page.
Hey, do you enjoy writing poems? Send us your poem and we will publish it here. Contact us here.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |