Rachel the Poet

Updated: Apr 25, 2018

My Country

I have not sung you, my country,

not brought glory to your name

with the great deeds of a hero or the spoils a battle yields.

But on the shores of Jordan my hands have planted a tree, and my feet have made a pathway

through your fields.

Modest are the gifts I bring you.

I know this, mother.

Modest, I know the offerings of your daughter:

Only an outburst of song

on a day when the light flares up,

only a silent tear

for your poverty.