Justice and Mercy
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
Duty rejected in deep slumber, made a way to add
one in their number.
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
l’audace, encore de l’audace, et toujours de l’audace!