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Poetry is a visual art painted with words. The following are some of my favorite colors splashed about the canvas of Hebrew fabric.  My first choice is understandably #1. Take care to track the pigment around the neighborhood.

Rachel’s Tears

She has loaned her tear,
given sight to the blind,
a heartbeat for the waiting
and hope to the fearful.
For so young a child
the pathway home

for one backward
a gentle smile
and the wisp of a kiss
from the poet’s pen.

©2002 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa


God’s smile is found
in the warm flush
of rosy cheeks a-blush,
of toddlers hurried rush
and mothers fawning hush
while eternity waits
for the rainbow’s frown
to turn upside down.

©1998 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa

Captured Spirit

We the people are Israel!
G-d hath robed us
with this land
and we have put it on.
A garment of fine thread
woven through the loom
of persecution
dyed with bright blood
of Jewish martyrs.......
helpless mothers
clutching their sacrifice,
children without memories.
Oh Jerusalem!
Coveted of the world
Jewel of our crown
Come down!

(c)2002 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa

Mother Israel

It may be fitting
as some say:
the blood of Jewishness
flows through
the land of Motherhood.
While G-d’s great miracle,
in human passion,
creates life
where none exists,
his spoken word
hangs the stars
as children of the night
by the breadth
of his intellect,
and the lives of Israel
two by two
praise our nation
from the fruit
of their love.

©2002 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa


Wall of G-d Present

Two thousand years
of Roman silence
has not weakened
the very heart
of all creation
in the stone and script
of this Holy Wall
where Jewish existence
is written
with stylus
and blood
spilling down
through centuries
into weathered wrinkles
on this battle scarred face
that fathered time.

©2002 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa
may 6, 2002



A wild and solid beauty
of reckless flirtations
splendidly robed
in festive garments
whose love eternal
fills the heart Almighty.

©2002 jfrancishill
flinttexas usa
june 2, 2002

Daughters of Kissufim Road


Gaza may 2, 2004.

The angels of Katif

sang in dirge this day

of loss and life

and yet unborn.

They came to gather

souls of sorrow’s sadness

spilled across the stones

of hardness and the heart,

to bear them home

but not alone

for grief and goodness

lift the angel wings

and send them on with tears

to wash the waiting

and seal the pain

in dungeons of dark

and hollow hate. jfrancis


Evicting Gaza


Jews removing Jews

from the land.

Gaza, once again

shifting sand.




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