Saturday, September 16, 2006


Winds gently blow
over my sinful soul
cooler, cleansing,
letting the old man go.

Rosh Ha Shannah, feasting
trumpets blow
newest of the new
overwhelms my sorrow

Happy Birthday Yeshua
Happy Birthday Earth
Happy, happy, joy joy
Happy time of Birth.

And see, first the eve,
then the day
at this time of harvest
winter looms, spring is on her way.