So pressed by longing for the living God
So pressed by longing for the living God,
to greet the seat of my people’s kings,
I never stopped to kiss my wife,
my children, friends, or kin.
I never weep for the orchard I planted,
the garden I watered, my plants that bloomed;
I never think of Azarel and Judah,
my two precious flowers, the best of my blossoms,
or Isaac, the boy whom I…
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