This leap year of my faith,
Induces me to ruminate,
On creation seeds sowed long ago,
Gone dormant in field-fallow rows.
Germination begins anew;
Ideas take shape and begin to queue.
Reveling in mitzvah joyfulness,
Is replaced by murmured restlessness,
’til pregnant anticipation,
Bears the fruit of my creation.
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