Adonai,
Gather me up.
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Like a child heavy with sleep.
Like a scared child hiding alone.
Like a sad child who yearns for comfort.
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Gather me with your other sheaves. Hold us together.
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On these days, we come together
To be gathered.
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We are your harvest.
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We grow only
To be gathered
By you.
