O ye sons of Ephraim
Thou have been blessed
By my hand.
And now I charge thee,
That should thy wayward brothers,
The sons of Ishmael knock upon thy door.
Invite them in—
Clothe them,
And give the rest.
For in the desert
They have found a treasure for thee
But shall not give it accept
Unto those who show
Kindness without reservation.
6-20-06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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