A Blessing and a Curse
Behold! Father sets before you a blessing and a curse
Then he says, 'Choose the blessing; you could do worse.'
'Am I,' you reply, 'a bit odd or perverse?'
'Why would I choose the curse?' ...
A stranger appears at a fork in the road
He urges caution: 'These roses you see at the start
may turn to brambles and thorns after we part.'
'Which is the blessing and which is the curse
may look like the truth but wind up the obverse.' ...
'Now I'm really confused,' you confess with a sigh
'but I trust you, father, to explain me the wherefore and why'
'Well then, my dear: There's a curse lies in every silver spoon'
It's from shovels of dirt that true blessing is hewn.'
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Based on Deuteronomy 11: 26-28. (Torah portion - 'Re'eh').
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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