Oh, Hope.

Your voice shouts from the driest soil;

From bellies that crumble.

Golden wheat grumbles and faints,

Crushed underfoot.

Nature transcending religion waiting

To be plucked.

Ripe for the picking,

But Shabbat was


All others

Limped past,


The Feast.

Until One.

Oh, Healing.

The withered hand impossibly stretches,

Blinding all watchers with wonder.

Hope catches in the step and rhythm,

Curing the heart.

Joyously lit by expectancy

To become.

Ready for the Returning,

Restoration is


All hustlers

Rat racing,


We breathe

As One.

"But for all the weight of oppression, there is greater weight in hope." Justice Quote from Ronne Rock

This poem was inspired by the Chosen (Season Two, Episode Six)

Ronne Rock’s One Woman Can Change the World

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