Hoshea: The Merkins next door
Geula Cohen: Everyone Should Come to Shdema
Day blossom, like a Rose av Sharon, pricking skies at the Root. Henna shoots forth Olive branches, fragrant as Susa. Those who would dwell beneath her canopy, return in Bamboo caravans. They are revived vineyards, threshed cornstalks Tinikling nostrils. Lebanese wine nourishes milky Hilltops. Akhsah baath Kalev, seated upon a Mestizo Mule, shall Pine to him frum their watered guard den and gaze upon them all: ||Efrayim, your fruit is found innside mi. I am a leafy Cypress Tree.||
