and were the skies of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade:
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.
- Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai -
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| Artist: Maureen L White, www.urbanpasturesart.com |
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