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Spring

Roses without the Thorns

A Wedding Wish

May your marriage:

Be beautiful like a braided ficus
Whose branches are unique, yet entwined

Be strengthened by the warmth of your welcoming home
Whose source is a common root,

Be nourishment for the new leaves and fruit
Whose bounty feeds the world

Be joyful and generous to the ficus
Whose Soul exhalts the Spirit.

	How does a scroll of Sacred Letters Precisely printed for millenia On innocent skins Sustain a people of orphans? Blamed and distained Amongst the peoples of this planet Are the Jews! We have seen the ancient empires survive Only in museums of antiquities. We keep the Classic Style alive With Period Repros and bath amenities. The Scrolls and Their students Are still in vogue. They nourish our remnant With Knowledge of living, And inspire us to hope, When despaired,and suffering. They love us like a parent. They envelope us, Even embrace us like a lover. They are but hide and pigment. But, the Jew activates them, Enduring, As They have. Betsy C. Schreiber

The Dance on Two Parshas

We have traversed
Your soul and mine
A dance
Is what we do through time,
Forever seeking
The perfect rhyme.
We finish our task
Fulfill a vow,
Encore,you ask?
Take one more bow!

We labor here
To heal and feed,
Learn and wean,
Sweep and sing
Then, sing no more,

Only again,
To traverse that door
To dance
Your soul and mine, once more.