New Poem in Progress
You say tomato, and I say tomahhtoow.
You say potato, and I say potahhtoow.
You to to the left of the road and I go to the right,
And while you go to lost to Persia in your loyalties, seems to me,
I stand steadfast with Israel steadfast, unmoving in that loyalty to the child of Covenant.
Yet that does not take away from how I feel in the depth of my heart, spirit and my soul,
And I pray each day that you will find your way home to me.
Shalom and Amen.
No explanation needed I think.