Moon Beams

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Seasons of the Moon Poetry

Moon Beams

Ebb and flow
on a timeless shore.

There must be a million pebbles
In front of me,
But I pick one and toss it in the sea,
Just to re-arrange eternity,
To Be or not To Be.

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

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