Shalom Freedman

Silver Star - 3,948 Points (Troy New York)

We Are Not Fourteen Billion Years Old - Poem by Shalom Freedman


We are not fourteen billion years old
We are not even two-hundred thousand
Not even ten- thousand
Not even five
We are more than three- thousand perhaps
A blink or less of cosmic time

Our land and our city
Do not hold nine- tenths of the beauty of the world
There are many more spectacularly beautiful places
Though our holy city has a beauty of its own
And not for us alone also

We are not the greatest share of those
Who have gifted humanity
With great works of creation
However disproportionately great our creation is
Including some humanity might have done better without

We do not own God and God does not love us alone
But we more than any other people
Gave God to the world
And we have our own special history and relation with God

We are not today the most suffering people
Although we have suffered much in history
And are still most threatened

There have been others who have known exile and rebirth
But no one after the desolation and devastation
We have

We are not the only miracle in the world
But we are a miracle and still here

Let us pray we can continue
And give to humanity as God has demanded of us
Blessing Goodness Kindness Hope
A better life and better world.

Topic(s) of this poem: religion

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 3, 2014

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