Dyeing Faith Poem by shimon weinroth

Color seeped in
Mordant salts startched the fabric,
now sun waves peep out soft
rainbow pastels that have caught

Cochinelle and purple medusa sanctified
the cloth of emissaries who dwelt in the temple
bought by the sweat of the people's brow
to praise the faith,

Greedy servants irreverant,
replaced by steeples, pomp riches
statues, false ceremony and blasphemy
defiled temple, burned to the ground

Only twice
thank God