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It matters not the long valley

From which your family hailed,

Nor the salty ship, on ocean lip

In which that family sailed.

 

It matters not about their grub

Rhubarb or roastin’ ears,

Nor if their shack, was by an old track

In Greek-Roman suburb.

 

It matters not if long they stood

By slowly sifting sands,

Nor if their soul, was close to a pole

In frozen, far white lands.

 

Were they “bad” warriors (I hope not)

Who have shed angry blood?

Were they worshipper, (not much better)

Whose sword raised a small flood?

 

Were they farmers who knew the smell

Of soil newly turned?

Or bakers whose bread, the hungry fed,

Light brown, but never burned.

 

Did they know an ancient wisdom:

Parables and proverb?

Or did they just spurn, such light to learn,

Adjective, noun or verb.

 

Did your family? – ah, there’s no lack.

Diversification,

None mattering, not a single thing,

If they missed salvation.

 

Brag not of where your family’s been:

Valley, plain or high slope,

If they fled or felt, the angry welt

Of gen’ral or of pope.

~ Ÿ ~Ÿ ~ Ÿ ~ Ÿ ~

 

Did family know here below

The Lord in His glory?

OH, if they knew, the One the Jews slew,

Tell, tell ALL their story.

                – eab,5/24/09

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