CarrollBlog 8.1

If I am to grow poor

let it be like a land

ravaged by blight.

If I am to grow poor

let it be with pride.

Torah scrolls

are saved from the fire.

Not me.

If I die, this is my desire:

Let me be

like some ship wrecked at sea.

Waters without end

will extinguish the fire.

by Dahlia Ravikovitch