At this point, right
Now, this time, I am
Just angry.
I reallly don’t want
To be
Angry, but it seems
The world has given
This Jew little choice
But to be
Angry. This, my
Rabbis and teachers
Inform me often
Is not what the
Holy One, Blessed
Be His Name,
Desires for us
And thus I will,
In my mornings
Adulations, request
His Infinite Patience
Once again,
Nevertheless, the world
In its failed and material
Wisdom, too many
And too often, point,
Again, as have over
The decades and centuries,
At my people, and thus
Me, and proclaim yet
Another transgression,
For the apparent crime
Of
Continued breathing.
The Holy One, Blessed
Be He, breathed into
Humankind
His own shadow
And, contracting His
Infinite Self,
Leaving us some space
In which to act
Properly, or, more
Often, and again,
To fail.
The Holy One,
Blessed Be He,
Certainly knows I
Fail, and you
Fail, and they
Fail
But does the world
Need,
Again,
To point an accusing
Finger at my
Put-upon people.
So, sorry, Lord,
I ask again
Another round of
Forbearance,
Given all
That I’ve reported to
You, although You
Already know,
I’m angry.
Now, please, help
Me figure out
What to do
To make this
Aright, and assuage
The anger that encircles
The World, which,
In Your Infinite Wisdom
And Love, have entrust to
Humans, despite it all.
