Shehinah, Divine Mother,
Do you hear the cries of your people?

The living are buried underground
the dead lie exposed in the 
rubble of broken dreams.

The words of the prophets have turned
to dust in their mouths,
even the jackals are stunned into silence.

The pillar of fire no longer lights our way by night
the bush is burning with alien flame.

Gather us into the shelter of your loving embrace,
send your angels of peace to guide our steps,

for we are lost in the wilderness and
cannot find our way home.



©marthahurwitz2024