From all the world, to Haifa they come
Each people sends nine delegates
Solemn pilgrims, their votes will sum
Their collective will, the House creates.
An act so pure, it renovates
The purpose of the Master's Will.
Future glory, it animates
Refuge extends, contentions still.
A ninth time they come to the blessed hill,
But it cannot be, unrest prevents
Their gathering. Prayers unsaid, voices still,
cautioned but unhindered by events
God's promised guidance cannot fail
The House is renewed, even if by mail.
© Larry Gates 2003