Vayeitze

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Vayeitze

Should one search for God,

In lightning and thunder, storm and wind,

Or rummage around in the commonplace,

Combing through the familiar?

(To root about for Him,

Arrogantly thinking that He is ours to find,

Like someone’s lost sock,

Or your misplaced keys?)

Frantic now, tossing aside all that he sees,

Pillows, blankets, under beds and sheets,

Casting garments aloft with abandon,

“I know you’re in here!”.

If only he could stop,

Become less aware of himself,

Perceive what is revealed in the unconcealed,

Perhaps a princess, upon a camel’s saddle.