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My Mom Channeling Balaam

woman with brown hair in bun looking out at landscape of forest and sky
It is present
In every root
Of every word,
In every letter
Of the three.
 
Three, the presence of Olam,
The expanse of Emet,
The exertion of three mountains,
The conclusion of three perspectives,
Offering up the wisdom of choice,
“Choose the blessing.”
 
The greatest joy
Comes from the simplest
Uttering just one word,
Not from all the scholars
Of this world.
 
Mom,
You tried to teach me
The key to my
Heritage of resilience.
“It isn’t hard,”
You’d say,
“Choose to be happy;
That’s where
You will find
The blessing.

 

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