The Festival of Tabernacles
The leaves are turning
A chill's in the air
Time to head outside
and live out there
In a booth heaven-designed
room for a table and chairs
Invite family and friends
to sample exquisite fare
Not to forget the widow and orphan
the downtrodden poor
whose faces light up ~
as you serve soup du jour
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The Festival of Tabernacles - Sukkot -
begins at sundown this Friday evening.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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