From Many, One -- E Pluribus Unum
Forced by angry Esau to leave home
Jacob had no choice, so he ran
To his mother's brother in Haran
The sun set quickly that afternoon
So Jacob set twelve stones by his head
And lay down to sleep, the ground as his bed
In the morn, twelve stones had turned into one
Momentarily perplexed and stunned
Jacob sought meaning in what had been done...
Twelve sons would he sire in Haran
Each one a gem on his own
Together, they'd form a happy home
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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