Were the sky of parchment made,
A quill each reed, each twig and blade,
Could we with ink the oceans fill,
Were every man a scribe of skill,
The marvelous story
Of God's great glory
Would still remain untold;
For He, Most High,
The earth and sky
Created alone of old.
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24 September 2011
Somebody Else's Thoughts, No. 4
"Haddamut" by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, 1050, from A Book on Jewish Thought

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