בס״ד
Ki Sisa
Desperate for a god, they created one,
A theme that repeats through time,
The fear that you’ve been abandoned,
So I’ll invent one that is mine.
Could Moshe not have arranged to send,
Some signal from the mount,
A flash of light, a shofar blown,
On which the multitude could count?
A calendar, not just word of mouth,
To check, and count the days,
For this people freed from slavery,
For not much more than 90 days?
We were expected to hold on to faith,
When there was nothing left to grasp,
Bereft, alone, our Moshe gone,
Was that not too much to ask?
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