You remember when we had no place of refuge
Even when they cast us to the waves
Roiling seas swallowed us, like Jonah
Under the stormy fathoms until
Shielded by the Almighty
And incarcerated in the whale
Leviathan by name, he lived
And was ejected on the desiccated shore
You call Iraq, which was Babylonia
Ionah the dove, son of Amittai
Maddened by salt, sun and prophecy
GGLazarus poetry 
Thanks for sharing this, Auntie Gill, Really nice poem.
Noam is in Israel at the moment, he is there for the bris of his grandson, who was born last Wednesday- its his 10th grandchild!
Look forward to seeing you on 14th Sept.
Michaela xxx
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Thank you Michaela and mazal tov to Noam on his new grandson. I read this poem at a Zoom service on the eve of Tisha b’Av. You know Livy and I went to see Giant? Fantastic acting! Intimidating Dahlness coming off of the brilliant john Lithgow.