Israel ... the chosen

Genesis 12:3 

I will bless those who bless you,
but the one who treats you lightly I must curse,
and all the families of the earth will bless one another by your name.”

 

Israel

 

In the past a gift was given to a special chosen people

separated by a “Power” well defined before temporal time

The gift was more than the eye could see much more than explanations

It was carved in Love and based on Truth that only God could assign

 

It included a place to live … a land of milk and honey

Through miracles and wonders they moved towards that place

To wind up in a desert … a place of their own making

to roam there dissatisfied … until their day was erased

 

Paradise before them … in fear they passed it by

Nothing left behind them … but death in its course

The only “hope” their children … a new generation,

who followed “The Way” protected by His force

 

In the land years of promise … many years went by

They folks moved on through time as ages went their way

In time they returned … to the place called their own country

but no milk and no honey there … just some desert to stay

 

This dessert was not the result of their own making

Just the place destined long ago to be called their own

For which long they sought in hope and desperation

A gift of God for sure and that should be well-known

 

To give away a part of this … to folks who can’t enjoy this

From the “One”, Who gave twice … does not make any sense

It cannot be the Will of “Him” as He returned them home

and gave them victories after that … without any pretense

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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