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CHAYYE SARAH
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Genesis 23:1 - 25:18
The knife that on Moriah spared the son
Yet found a place where it could take its
toll:
Too bound in motherhood was Sarah’s soul
To cut that tie, and live. They found her
gone
When they returned. The wondrous cloud that
shaded
Her tent door always wide to those in need,
The blessing on each
loaf her hands had kneaded,
Her
Sabbath light that shone throughout the week,
Had vanished with her. Yet perhaps her
prayer
Surrounded Eliezer as he stood
Waiting till Rivka came, the one who’d dare
To leave her kin, set forth upon that road
As Isaac’s promised and predestined wife.
She then relit the flame of Sarah’s life.
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