My El
- Rabbi Who Has No Knife
- 19 hours ago
- 1 min read
Give me back my dancing El,
My Shepherd YHWH,
Elyon's wind as feet on Horeb.
Give me back my laughing God,
The vengeful master of the Hosts,
Who made a Mountain bleed fire,
Whose banner upon me was love.
Give me back — Father, King, Redeemer, Kinsman!
Give me back our house and tent,
Give us our table and bedchamber;
Let us break bread again,
Let the lovers meet once more.
Give me not the god of thin-blooded Greeks,
Their unmoved prime mover,
Their navel-gazing old men,
Who will not save the orphan,
Who will not care for tears.
Give me not the Oneness of Mecca,
The one without face, or heart,
Or words spoken — but in a book —
Who denies His children have a father,
The Best of Planners,
Whose house is empty and dull.
Give me — oh my YHWH!
YHWH, YHWH, YHWH!HOLY, HOLY, HOLY —
Your name is like the breath of life:
Necessary and forbidden,
Like love, hidden and pursued,
Like Your Law, O Eternal Lord —
Grace made form.
Love made thought.
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