I am a remnant of Jacob.
His blood and flesh, part of
my blood and flesh.
I see him in my toenails and
whenever I need a bandaid.
I am a remnant of Jacob.
Whenever I go to Temple
I begin to see how I can
piece him back together.
I am a remnant of Jacob.
I’ve got Egypt and Canaan
coming out of my nostrils.
I’ve got memories of
cities destroyed for my kin
the other remnants of Jacob.
I am a remnant of Jacob.
I don’t know from graven images.
If you ask me to do sorcery
I wouldn’t know where to begin.
I am a remnant of Jacob.
I hold memories of promises
to be lifted above my oppressors
to have my enemies vanquished
to be made like rain upon the soil.
I am remnant of Jacob.
Call me Jacob when you see me.
I’ll know what you mean.
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