The flowers are blooming: Fields of yellow, sprinkled with Violets and reds, butterflies and bees Venturing when rain ceases God’s painted Galilee In early spring, the land awaiting Pesach, and the people awaiting One political dread or another. There will be a winner, but only For a moment, the loser of the Moment will extract a cost, no Party quite forseeing the next Move. One wishes that those Who scream could take a walk Together in God’s painted Galilee and enjoy Together these wondrous Yellows interspersed with Vivid violet and blazing ruby. The pressing issues left unresolved, A walk to blunt the anger, Baseless or otherwise. Maybe. I hope. Maybe we can all enjoy A walk, and put aside the march? But likely not. Too bad. Too bad.
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So well said, as always, and so true, sadly. I do hope you are enjoying your time there.