The Wings of Israel Under the 'Wing' of God,
Always at the Ready to keep their Sky Free,
Soon, I fear, come the War Honed Rod,
Under God's 'Wing' can Peace ever more be.
Poetic Comment to IAF
by Arley Steinhour 010413
To I A F, this short blessing from me,
Baruch Atah, for keeping your skies free;
Much like a broom, sweep the blue sky,
Of every hostile, that wants you to die,
Then, rake the ground, with furrows deep,
So that your Loved Ones, mortality keep.
H'Shem, in control, with you on the yoke,
Trust His words: 'Never Again;' that He spoke,
The time coming soon, when many may die,
The Remnant that lives, will never-more cry.
His Hand on your shoulder, whenever you fly,
Under His 'Wing,' you sweep harm from the sky.