Our tribe contains tribes.
Tribes forged by circumstance and cemented by our own choosing.
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Prophets who once bowed before idols.
And artists who rebuked even prophets.
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Monarchs who kept guard over a land.
And a People made humble by the wilderness.
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However you belong.
However you came to be.
Know that you, too, are numerous as the stars of heaven.Â
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And that whether you are hard as rock, soft as psalms
Or even as mysterious as a basket in the bulrushes
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Your arc reveals our covenant.
