בס״ד
Shabbos Chol HaMoed Sukkos
We are enfolded,
In the Ananei HaKavod,
Of HaShem’s Compassion.
Just like Moshe Rabbeinu,
In the cleft of the rock.
HaShem is seen only,
In the trail He leaves behind,
Since He restricts our vision,
To the stony arba’a amos,
Of our own perception.
Beneath the schach,
Space and time are altered.
We can see His light shimmer,
On the edge of the mist,
Though His face remains hidden.
Isn’t it strange that,
Within the cloud,
We see Him best?
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