By Shifra Alon
Not every day does one encounter God,
And not at every moment can one give oneself to prayer;
Nor can every hour be an hour of loving kindness.
A person wanders and strays before reaching the journey’s end.
We start over again. And again we lose our way,
Groping and searching for our forgotten path.
But they – those who search and wander –
God seeks them out with candles.
No comments:
Post a Comment
If you include links in your comment the whole comment will likely be deleted as spam. You have been warned! Otherwise, dialoguing with these poems is encouraged.