Jews Are The Intensive Form Of Any

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

Still Ours The Dance, The Feast, The Glorious Psalm, The Mystic Lights Of Emblem, And The Word.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

Until We Are All Free, We Are None Of Us Free.

The Soul, At Peace, Reflects The Peace Without, Forgetting Grief As Sunset Skies Forget The Morning's Transient Shower.