Justice and Mercy
Black and red, or purple and white, all tell of a tale in the third watch of the night.
For in palatial corridors of darkness I creep, who knows what secrets vaulted rooms keep.
An open door called my curious zeal and upon entering, there threatened brandished steel.
Justice calls from a veiled voice, oh but only if there could be mercies choice.
Duty rejected in deep slumber, made a way to add one in their number.
Hashem's Merkava
In the Kodesh Kodeshim’s black darkness stood the cherubim,
On each side of Israel’s glory’s mercy seat, these terrible warriors stood replete,
Guardians of G-ds throne, His light and merkava of Hashem’s might.
Fraternally and shalom,
Cliff Cameron, D. D.
De l’audace, encore de l’audace, et toujours de l’audace!
