Memories of Rabbi Harold Smith
When I met him
his hair was grey
And his wisdom shone forth
like a beacon
He knew that Shabbes
is an important
part of Judaism
He palyed guitar
and led us in prayer
He loved his family, his synagogue, his church
Gone from the Earth
Rabbi Harold Smith
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2019
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