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Zelda

WITH MY GRANDFATHER

Like our father Abraham
who counted stars at night,
who called out to his Creator
from the furnace,
who bound his son
on the altar –
so was my grandfather.
The same perfect faith
in the midst of the flames,
the same dewy gaze
and soft-curling beard.
Outside, it snowed;
outside, they roared:
“There is no justice,
no judge.”

And in the shambles of his room,
cherubs sang
of the Heavenly Jerusalem.

WITH MY GRANDFATHER

Zelda

Zelda

(Oekraïne, 1914 - 1984)

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WITH MY GRANDFATHER

WITH MY GRANDFATHER

Like our father Abraham
who counted stars at night,
who called out to his Creator
from the furnace,
who bound his son
on the altar –
so was my grandfather.
The same perfect faith
in the midst of the flames,
the same dewy gaze
and soft-curling beard.
Outside, it snowed;
outside, they roared:
“There is no justice,
no judge.”

And in the shambles of his room,
cherubs sang
of the Heavenly Jerusalem.
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