By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 33
Every morning begins with sunlit hope
Perhaps an echo of the Passover seder
“Why is this morning unlike all other mornings?”
Because this day our hope will be fulfilled
But it isn’t
The arrows of the pharaoh darken the sun
His beatings and executions extinguish light
We work and sweat and bleed, and are still found wanting
We take to our beds in exhaustion, and we dream
Next year in Jerusalem
Every morning begins with sunlit hope –
Maybe tomorrow will be the dawn of freedom
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