Slumberland
SLUMBERLAND
Some sleep the sleep of centuries,
Some sleep their lives awake,
Some sleep with hollow
frightened eyes
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.
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SOURCES:
- 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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