The Lord transplants the Burning Bush.

From  desert sands to burning bush;
Moses  on Mount Horeb learned
The ten commandments ,bold in truth

By Canvey Island, waters rush.
The Hasidic from East London turn
No  desert sands nor burning bush

There are reasons, I’m bemused.
Will God be with the tidal turn?
The ten commandments, hauled in truth

In their memory of  Negev
For  hot spaces they may yearn;
Ache  for sand and burning bush

Sand a-plenty they will have.
On Canvey Isle, their innards churn.
The little children tease with love

Over Canvey, cherubs blush
For they too  have felt the pain,
Ache  for sun and burning bush

Now joyous children freely play
Who would think they’d come this way?
By Canvey Isle,  Thames’ waters rush.
The Lord transplants the Burning Bush.