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Abraham Chalfi
The Seven
Come Shabbat of peace
on the eve of a red moon
arise from the prayer of Alkabetz
towards us,
Come Shabbat of peace
to us, to us
Come
The bride of
Shabbat
on the eve of such a moon;
not such a fatherly one
Not such a 'must not' one
nor such a 'you dare not' one.
When we hear the echo
of a single voice
about
this:
The small piece of land of man
domestic
and very much ours
This is
ours, ours
very much.

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