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Funeral Story
by DrShalomim Yahoshua HaLahawi MD(AM), PsyD(PC), LicMD(P), BC-IMD, HMD. DPH, DPHC, Rabi Kohan
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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A Prophetic Allegory

I got a phone call the other day, sad news is what I heard


He just passed away the voice said, my spirit became disturbed


How could this have happened and the treatments didn’t work


The medicines prescribed to treat the illness only made him worst


We all tried so hard since the day he became sick


To treat his ailing  illness, but nothing did the trick


He just kept getting worse, yet we all kept the faith


though he became terminal, we kept treating him anyway


We gave him the best treatments, care from top physicians


But much of the time he wouldn’t cooperate nor would he listen


He wouldn’t change his lifestyle nor change his harmful ways


He would not honor our suggestions, and down his life he laid


He’d rather listen to quacks who were unprepared to heal


And those who claimed to be doctors, yet were not even real


They gave him mis-information, mal-practice for his health


They told him not to follow his doctors, as they glorified themselves


They gave shoddy books and street medicines for his woes


In his ignorance and defiance, he followed his own foes


He fought against the physicians who could have made him healed


Rejection after rejection, his mind became concealed


His ailments became irreversible, as he sank deeper into death


His spirit became faint, as he struggled to keep his breath


No longer could he walk, or find his own way


We all didn’t want to believe he was about to die any day


Yet while on his deathbed, he still just would not take instruction


He kept on being defiant, as if he wanted his own destruction


He wouldn’t take his medicines, nor open his mouth for food


He’d rather have a fever, than allow himself to be cooled


Finally he went unconscious, and went into a deep coma


Dark into the abyss, like the whale who swallowed Jonah


No respirator could help him, nor electric shocks would he wake


Finally on that day, his life was taken away


His family was devastated, the doctors felt they failed


When we had his funeral, everyone mourned and wailed


The preacher gave a eulogy, he took us down memory lane


He brought to remembrance when this person was not insane


It was revealed he had a calling, in which he was to fulfill


He was actually an ordained priest himself, a calling he also killed


He was his parents favored son, well cherished and loved indeed


He was the beneficiary of an inheritance that he never received


He had so many gifts and talents that he took with him to his grave


But he choose to be a prodigal son, and his own life he enslaved


The service was almost over, it was now time to view the body


 You could feel the spirit of sadness and people were quietly sobbing


All the congregation stood there glaring, with tears dripping from their eyes


The mother then screamed out,  "son!!!, you didn’t have to die!!!!


I nurtured  you all my life, and raised you to be so great"


The father cried out,  "son!!!, why did go astray!!!"


One by one they viewed the body and then turned silently and walked away


Many just broke down and cried, others had nothing to say


Then came my turn, to see the face I could not treat


I looked into the casket, a great awe came upon me


My eyes brows raised real high, astonishment on my face


Shaking as I realized, history had been made that day


I had to write a poem, because this is something I had to tell


I was looking at the dead body of one called Israel


Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, buried in the ground


A people who became so lost, they never could be found


And so the funeral was over, and all others had to move on


The dreams, gifts and calling were no more, because Israel was dead and gone


Oh somewhere in heaven, where the angels sing and give praise


And stand before the Spirits of the ancient of days


There is an eternal father and mother who do cry


They never willed it to happen, but Israel chose to die


And so I leave this record, a  memorial allegory


To share to the world , Israels funeral Story


 


By Kohan Shalomim Y. Halahawi


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Reviewed by Robert Harrison 11/10/2006
A parable of a nation so often told in scripture.
I enjoyed this very much, it is a lesson not only for other nations
but we as individuals.

Robert
Reviewed by J M 11/3/2006
This for me is so symbolic as an heir of the engrafted jewish lineage of Gods heavenly Kingdom.... A Powerful story this one was many great lessons to gleam from your work here today.

Blessings & Light of His Word,
Joselyn
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