The Year of Abundance
Moshe Stavi
1930
God relented. And the whispered prayers of the toiler returned not empty, and the tears of the sower reached to heaven.
With great, with manifold mercy the windows of heaven were flung open, flung wide by a generous hand to abundance and rich blessing.
At the beginning of Cheshvan the rains began to fall, beautiful in their order and pleasant in…
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