<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Childhood Temple Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winding melody fell to rest<br>Upon the word Shalom<br>Small intake of collective breath<br>The doors of the arc slid apart<br>Brocade of Torah shone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Children taught the ritual ways<br>Led forth by the hidden choir<br>Known only to The Name<br>Taught through repetition<br>In rabbinic tones mellifluent<br>What may be interpreted<br>What is kept the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kissed the hem of prayer shawl<br>Never coming quite so near<br>To the girl beside me, while<br>She was my young heart's desire<br>The language that could reach her<br>More distant than the ancient one<br>We practised as we stood to sing<br>Side by side in unison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's maybe where the Rabbis erred -<br>To found their synagogue<br>Upon prime real estate<br>With cricket fields opposite<br>To mix the girls in with the boys<br>And the adopted with the old<br>I would perhaps have stayed close to<br>A dress more modest and less bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The temple cracked and was torn down<br>Raised again far from the grounds<br>Where crowds, leather and willow play<br>The melodies refashioned<br>While the words remain unchanged </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by their threads I find my way<br>Through the maze of hidden years<br>Back to the rows where I once stood<br>And sing them as a child would.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392327" data-title="My Childhood Temple Song de Frank Bana" data-description="The winding melody fell to rest Upon the word Shalom Small intake of collective breath The doors of the arc slid apart Brocade of Torah shone Children taught the ritual ways Led forth by the hidden choir Known only to The Name Taught through repe..."></div> </div> </div>

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