After again praising my Quiet Creator
I throw the prayerbook
To the ground
So that Holy Names might lay
Among the dust
And the dirt
And the worthlessness
To which they belong

I have had
Enough!
of going through
Fire and Water
For the sake of those Names

Suddenly,
I reach down to raise it up
From that deathly darkness unto light
I shake off the dust
And hold it softly-lovingly to my breast

Now shining eyes
Wet the paper
The ink runs
The letters flow together
Yud with Hey
Vav with Hey

Every teardrop is a reunification
Of the Holy, Blessed One
And His Shekhina
Lost, now found

Yes,
Every teardrop is a reunification
Of the Holy, Blessed One
With that Hidden Part
of Himself
Once thought lost forever.

© Gabriel Hull