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"border psalm"
"Border Psalm"
Leave Palestine alone—
let the centuries ferment and foment
in their own earthen jars,
clay dark with Jordan’s flow
and what God’s hand once pressed into it.
This border land is no Switzerland—
no neutral snow to pad the wound,
just grit between the teeth of north and south
locked in their volatile sway.
Steel tongues wag at the edge,
promising peace with a clenched jaw.
But here the wind remembers
before it listens,
and dust knows the names
that maps forget.
Leave them be—
the vines will choose their own direction,
and the soil will keep its counsel,
long after the towers have fallen quiet.
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