One More Resurrection
He arose
From his old death-bed,
Put on his foot an old worn shoe
And on his head a wide-brimmed hat,
Donned yellowed with age clothes,
Opened with force his locked door
And let in quickly into his room
(Like all mortals on all mornings)
A new fresh breeze;
But which, again, as in olden days,
Failed to carry the promise of rain.
From his old death-bed,
Put on his foot an old worn shoe
And on his head a wide-brimmed hat,
Donned yellowed with age clothes,
Opened with force his locked door
And let in quickly into his room
(Like all mortals on all mornings)
A new fresh breeze;
But which, again, as in olden days,
Failed to carry the promise of rain.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman