Shabbat I. – Esther
On my mind
There’s no room for sacred questions.
In my heart
There’s too little space for G*d
And my feet
Lost the need to take directions,
From below, from above or from beyond.
On my lips
There’s no trace of holly silence,
And my soul’s only made of flesh and blood
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Here I am – sinful, reaching for perfection,
As the candles stand neglected
In the dark…
