The isolating loneliness, the fear

The  widespread  scattering of the Jewish genes
Caused by pogroms, wars, and holocaust
A Russian mother, Father, German seems
Now all of them, have turned to earth and dust.

Then the city French called Montreal
Safe home  to refugees of every sort
Here Leonard found his path, he heard the call
And learned to bear the suffering of the heart.

Where many leave this world by their own choice,
The isolating loneliness, the fear
Instead, he struggled, strained, gave us his voice
Even after death, we feel him near.

A man descended from Aaron, the priest,
The same  genetic group that gave us  Christ

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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