What if we can Look upon God's face and live? But only see a beggar standing on the street corner, Or a desperate woman walking in the night Selling her only valuable possession. What if we can hear God's voice Without fear and trembling, But only hear a cry of human longing, Desperate for the touch of human love? What if Moshiach already walks among us, With skin a different color Speaking words we do not understand? And we turn away in fear. What if the World to Come already came?