Why Put Me Through This
One moment, my life in the balance
The next, feeling quite well
Why, O Why, put me, Dear God
through this kind of hell…
Yet I guess you’ve been with me
right from the start
Not one hour have you missed
~ since that of my bris*
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*'Bris' is Hebrew and Yiddish for the
Jewish ritual circumcision ceremony
on a Jewish boy's eighth day of life.
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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