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I want to meet my father Avraham the wandering Aramean,
ask him if he had ever heard the Voice before that day,
ever seen that Angel like a flaming pillar with the Name inside
him as an onyx stone might be set in a piece of marble.
How to recognize the Voice of the One who happens
along if not by those imperious commands -
quit father’s house kindred homeland quit all that’s dear,
go, go now, go to the Land, don’t bother with where
you will go, I will show you the Land you will know it when you see it.
Just go; always go; forever go. There will be rest at the end.
O my father Avraham tell me at length of the terror
that still tosses nations about like motes in an April windstorm.
that still tosses nations about like motes in an April windstorm.
