Where are the angels
Born of the Most High
As we confront our own inner demons?
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Where are the messengers
Who come to us in peace
As we clean up the detritus of riots and rebellion?
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Where is the shelter
Of Heavenly Wings
As we witness these clashes which betray our souls?
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We have the wisdom of lessonsÂ
Passed down through generations
Yet we have failed to pay them heed.
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Though Your wonders surrounds us
We have become covetous and blind
Neglectful of the gifts You bestow.
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Despite all the goodness
You provide without asking
We cannot see beyond what we lack.
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Creator of All …
Bless us with visionÂ
Help us to always rise higher.
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Highlight Your pathways
Guide us in collaboration
Teach us again the lessons of love.
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Show us the beauty
Of each person’s uniqueness
The essence of You in everyone.
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And let us stand as one
Together as NitzavimÂ
For all the length of our days.
