Friday, August 31, 2007

The Little Bird Is Calling

author unknown

The little is calling, it wishes to return.
The little bird is wounded, it cannot fly but yearn.
It's captured by the vultures, crying bitterly"
"Oh, to see my nest again, oh to be redeemed."

The little bird of silver, so delicate and rare,
Still chirps among the vultures, outshining all that's there.
How long, how long it suffers, how long will it be
When will come the eagle and set the little bird free

The little bird is yisroel, the vultures are our foes.
The painful wound is golus, which we all feel and know.
The nest is yerushalaim, where we yearn to be once more.
And the eagle is moshiach, whom we are waiting for.

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