These and Those

Musings from Students of the Pardes Institute of Jewish Studies in Jerusalem

And the Drums Beat

Posted on October 13, 2015 by Elisha Ancselovits

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And the drums beat

in the thickening heat

as we contemplate knives

and count down our lives


In the city of gold

with traditions so old

We eye with suspicion

each other’s munition


And the Other is foreign

as I am an alien


we share the same dream

but not the same team


I call myself Israel

He calls himself Ishmael

Each other we reprimand

this thistle is my land


He cares naught for my hide

I care naught for his pride


each feel justified

The other has lied


Yet all that the stones want

is seed, water, and plant

a center of no war

all God’s wisdoms galore