Re'eh

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Re’eh

So many commands and instructions,

Each a choice between blessing and curse,

To the right is a life full of gladness,

To the left an existence much worse.

It’s not up to us to decide what is right,

But to learn what is good in God’s eyes,

Yet none of us marches in just the same way,

Our shoes are not all the same size.

Hew from your heart your own luchos,

Upon these may HaShem set His hand,

Each Jew is a separate carvation*,

Sculpted, like each grain of sand.

The same Torah, the same Ohr Yashar,

But there’s more than one shade in that bow,

Every soul a unique hue refracted,

Through a prism that none of us know.

* made-up word: carve + creation