I came across this piece from Israeli poet Shin Shalom (pen name of Shalom Joseph Shapiro)

Ishmael, my brother,
How long shall we fight each other?

My brother from times bygone,
My brother, Hagar’s son,
My brother, the wandering one.
One angel was sent to us both,
One angel watched over our growth –
Thee in the wilderness, death threatening through thirst,
I a sacrifice on the altar, Sarah’s first.

Ishmael, my brother, hear my plea:
It was the angel who tied thee to me.

Time is running out, put hatred to sleep.
Shoulder to shoulder, let’s water our sheep.



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