Dedicated to Rabbi Daniel Raphael Silverstein and Ami Gordon
When the entire world is roaring,
And the nations’ flames
Blow higher and higher
in blasts of rage
And squalls of anger,
When revenge surges
And retribution storms with destruction,
When helplessness threatens
To explode all civilization;
When helplessness threatens
And despair comes to beckon –
Stop! –
Be still!
Listen.
Then hear…
In the sanctity of quiet
There is one note
That traverses the Cosmos
Entrusted to you, and
Another entrusted to me,
Which, in crescendo,
Have power enough
To douse the
Cacophony of livid chaos.
As Ruakh blows through
Our harp-shaped hearts,
May a global choir rise up
To sing the song
Our souls are meant to sing,
In this,
The tenth
And final song
Of Creation.
There is a reason,
After all,
That prayers,
Are sung.
