There is something special about writing in the wee hours ... do you know what I mean? Please let me know if you like it. You might read it in conjunction with the original found also in my poetry section.
Poetical musings from an old translation of a Jewish hymn "Yigdal" ...
The First to Be …
Gaze far away into the skies to see ...
the limitlessness of divine reach.
Your stars illumine my eyes this night,
may I merit to learn the lessons You teach.
You drew the first circle without compass or pen …
galactic orbs You cast far beyond sight.
Soaring toward endlessness at heavenly speed,
I pray let me fathom the ways of Your might.
A home for man from words You did utter
with neither roof nor walls a world You conceive.
From darkness each night, the moon but an ember ...
Master of The Universe … in You, I believe.
Arise each morning to sounds of the dawn,
our lips with gratitude but with bitterness none.
By His grace a new day to us He has given,
awakened to see though He had never begun.*
*This last verse is based on an old translation of a verse from the Jewish hymn “Yigdal”.
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I can imagine it.
Always, Micki