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The Israel Of My Heart, by pd lyons

The Israel of my heart

stares like a stranger

sometimes from doorways almost in the rain

sometimes through haloed moonless streets

unable to make peace

unable to articulate

engaged none the less

the Israel of my heart

flows like tears

through my each and every step


how can I meet the darkness all alone?

it is through weeping not muscle

such  chains are broken


may all who journey remember

may all who journey remember


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