I stand on the sidewalk of time,
Waiting for redemption.
On the right is the corner of hope and gladness.
On the left, despair and sadness.
In my dreams, I can picture the right with shining lights, music, and laughter.
An entourage of gladness and vindication.
In my waking, a more modest redemption greets our eyes.
And with crying hearts and smiling eyes we'll embrace,
And kiss our redeemers face.
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מי יתן מציון ישועת ישראעל (תהלים יד:ז)
Who can give, from Zion, the salvation of Israel? (Psalms 14:7)
This poem is an answer to the psalmist's question by exploring the tradition that salvation will happen either in a perfectly righteous or totally underserving generation.