Apple of My Eye

The eye’s precious apple

Thwarted, oppressed, battered, slain

Though at large in rebellion

A precious few will remain

For the eye to behold

In glory – redeem, restore, reclaim

Till the eye has his purpose

Time, word, fulfillment ingrained

The eye will return on those

Who thwart, batter, slay

In like manner avenge

His apple, since long-past days



Reflections on Israel…