I Spy

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Seasons of the Moon Poetry


I Spy

I spy with my little eye.
It's just a little eye -
It doesn't see very far.
It wants to see confusion,
It wants to wish upon a star.
It sees no connection -
Just random threads of blue,
My little eye only wants to view
the other side
of life's rich tapestry.


This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Av 5757.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow

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