Street Cleaning

Street Cleaning

 

We lift scattered flyers and cracked plastic cups

from the cobblestones

and toss them in the bin.

 

Many who had prayed in Spanish prison cells

or eked out days in Siberian frost or German camps

would have given their lives

to reach Jerusalem, to clean her streets.

 

With this privilege we are blessed.



Ruth Fogelman © 2008



This poem was first published in Voices Anthology, 2008

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