The Jew to Jesus - Florence Kiper Frank

 

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Holy Innocents | Holocaust | Judaica

Holocaust Poetry | Thorns and Barbed Wire

 

 

O man of my own people, I alone

Among these alien ones can know thy face,

I who have felt the kinship of our race

Burn in me as I sit where they intone

Thy praises those who, striving to make known

A God for sacrifice, have missed the grace

Of thy sweet human meaning I its place,

Thou who art of or blood-bond and our own.

 

Are we not sharers of thy Passion?  Yea,

In spirit-anguish closely by thy side

We have drained the bitter cup, and, tortured, felt

With thee the bruising of each heavy welt.

In every land is our Gethsemane.

A thousand times have we been crucified.

 

Florence Kiper Frank