'Dust Of The Rabbi' Poem by Linda Winchell

Clouds of dust surrounded him
As the boy followed in his Rabbi's steps.
While listening to the words of God
Tears scarred the boy's dusty face as he wept.

His garments now covered in mud and dust
As he followed close behind.
Listening as the Rabbi spoke
Learning, while digesting every spoken line.

'Why do you walk so close to the Rabbi son? '
Came a shout out of the crowd.
But the boy didn't seem to hear the man
As he followed closer to his Rabbi's dusty shroud.

For he'd rather be covered in the Rabbi's dust
Than to be clean as another might wish to see.
'For I follow in my Rabbi, 'Jesus' footsteps
While He teaches His Father's words of Love to me.'



'We should all be covered in the dust of our Rabbi.'