Lord, let me be a Jonah!
Only, since I’ve refused to flee,
When my tedious warnings
About the Occupation
And global warming
Are haply heeded
And no-one needs to wail
Or gnash his teeth,
May I not be abusive –
Nay! I shan’t be indignant,
Whine,
Or sit and sulk
In sackcloth and ashes
Beneath a wilted gourd,
But shall rush to my garden
And plant a vine.
Jerusalem
4 December 2010