I see his sparsely bearded, wan face. He was a man who ate sparingly yet lived to be eighty. A great walker, he was as restless in body as in mind.
Haran was proud of two ancient scrolls—one of them on copper. The library at Qumran had greater rarities of course.
Haran said:
“Something lives in you...your mother has called my attention to it, an inner voice. When I heard you declaim in the synagogue I perceived it.”
So, it is my privilege to help, merge dream and fulfillment: I believe it is a privilege no other man has had: I am the husbandman.
Come unto me ye who labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest...suffer the little children to come...
Tonight I see the world shining in their eyes; I hear hope in their prattle.
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Tent
Shevat 12