Parsha Poem for Behar



Har Sinai heard each word He said,
Atop her granite shoulders,
“A mountain, too, is a feeling thing,
I’m not just rocks and boulders.”

“I skipped with joy when they were freed,
But won’t feel their tilled embrace,
HaAretz will for six years straight.”
A tear ran down her face.

“From my shrouded peaks they heard the call,
So what am I?  Chopped Liver?
My stony arms felt no caress.”
She reflected with a quiver.

About the Author
Born and raised in the New York City area, Nisan moved in 1967 to St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. He graduated from Colgate University, and received an MA from William and Mary. Nisan resided in Charlottesville, VA, Newtonville, MA, and Baltimore, MD before making aliyah in 2013. He has been married for thirty-nine years, with three adult children and nine grandchildren.
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