Patiently we waited, from antiquity to the
present as generation followed generation
and countless years passed while we in the
interim shared with the world at large our
inherited endowments everlastingly seeking
that place of our own, recalling the promise
and the exile. Assuring ourselves we would
return to our origins to reclaim our heritage
joining with those who faithfully awaited
reunion. All the while as we wandered and settled
across the globe seeking temporary shelter from
the never-ending gales of grudging permission
flaring now and again into winds of warning
tornadoes of rejection. Perseverance and hope
we nurtured in the faith of return, adamant that
we would in time. And when that time arrived
it was not without desolation that the price was
a Holocaust of bleak death and unappeasable
sorrow. Zion beckoned and we aroused ourselves
to the enchantment of memory and desire.
Our dire need of haven from a world forever
hostile, dedicated to annihilating our presence
we endured the utterly unendurable to achieve
the promise. Spirit intact, dignity and pride moved
us forward and anchored us to the land of our
birth, where we belong. Those errant winds
raging dissonant against our intent seek to
dislodge us, render us helpless, consign us
to wandering once again but cannot prevail.
The world's antipathy will never again
move us from our ancestral belonging. We
spurn its sanctions as predestination has
the final word, our pride and dignity intact.
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