My Child
My Child
I may be well in a different world.
I wanted you to know
Of all the hopes
And all the prayers
that have ever left my lips.
But if the breath of time will allow
but one short message in a bottle,
you should know,
that of all the things I hope and pray
you should cherish the little candle
in your heart
and let it outshine all the darknesses.
This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Kislev 5759.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow
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