Our Land (Country) - Poem by Maya Took

A baby that is born into the land
A quay that flourishes from the mids't of the sea
A pure thing wrapped with softness and white
Over which the Spirit of God prevails.

Sensitive and gentle as a newly created offspring
Vulnerable, but yet knows how to defend.
An ever- green Land.

Every pace and step – only forward shall go
Climbs every obstacle, evoking her praise
Over her passed and still pass men,
Months, years, nights and days.

A Land made of glory
Every day yields to something new,
That excites the world.

*A translation of the Hebrew version I wrote previously. I tried to stay as truthful as I can to my original Hebrew poem.