Some sleep the sleep of centuries,
Some sleep their lives awake,
Some sleep with hollow
that see no Reason,
no Hand, no Fate.
But one man never slumbers -
The Sweet 'n' Singing King.
When the midnight Northern Winds caress the harp-strings,
He will rouse his tired limbs,
and coax the song
that will awaken Eternity.
- Time Pieces, Rabbi Aaron Lopianski
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Sivan 5757.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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