Posted Sept. 6, 2012
Sarah Gargi - From the book "LaShira Nolda" (Saar, 2006)
Dedicated to Jonathan Pollard
Forgive us, dear brother
Who sits in solitude in a dark pit
Wounded and mournful -
We beseech you, forgive!
Although reward you never did expect
Neither of such soul-searing afflictions
Did you ever dream!
Forgive us, dear brother.
That in place of gratitude and celebration in your honor
With words of Torah by public officials, the keepers of the nation,
Here in The Land, the dwelling place of your heart and soul,
You were abjectly abandoned to sighs,
And slave labor, tumultuous din, and endless affliction
Without respite - no Sabbath peace nor rest,
In the company of crooks and soul-destroyers
There in the land of freedom and justice for all.
While your sorely afflicted body ever weakens
The fire of your love for your Nation and
Your longings for Zion, your Land,
Grow mightier until they take over
Your entire essence, your very being.
How disgraced and ashamed are we!
How can our Father in Heaven ever forgive us
Even if we are forgiven by our brother Jonathan?!