Poem By ~~~ Leaven ~~~
For the worthy They shall come
To knock quietly upon the doors,
And, gently lay hands upon their heads.
Then shall They call them
One by one,
Those scattered children of Israel- home.
For a treasured gift awaits,
Those precious called and chosen.
The congregation of twelve sons
Shall once again be restored and they shall inherit,
Gaia: The Promised Land.