Lech Lecha

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Lech Lecha

Lech Lecha moments, come to each one of us,

At a time generally not of our choice,

Am I truly called to take this next step?

Am I really hearing His voice?

And to make matters worse, there isn’t just one,

So many, I had to stop countin’,

No matter how old, there’s always one more,

Like that bear, going over the mountain.

No task seems complete til the next one is done,

They’re connected, like links in a chain,

When nothing is next, maybe then I can rest,

What use is an Ark without rain?

If a shark doesn’t swim, he surely will drown,

By his motion he fills up his gills,

The person who sits, and looks not ahead,

Is soon pushing up daffodils.

So, though I am weary, and want to stand pat,

I know that to something I’m beckoned,

Like Avraham Avinu, who never stood still,

Not him. Not for even a second.