Into Spacious lands,

unfurling,

I am the opposite of Your intent;

saying much, doing little.

Glib, even now.

Not a step I take waxes towards greatness.

But I love You,

I pray when I catch myself snoozing:

Please accept me as Yours,

Your own child;

as one who serves their master without the intent that there will be a reward.

I’ll fail as Your employee, lazily

backsliding as I do with contagious ease.

I am ashamed, but inappropriately.

I am empty, a hollow reed whipped easily in the winds and still,

I am fearful, unabated with anxiousness over You.

My trustworthiness lacks;

selling low, setting taught sails on forlorn paths,

only on Your account do I remark

or demonstrate, my contentiousness obstructs,

the thickness in me, hung as dead weight.

I scheme, too, until filled with remorse and sadness, I climb the steep hill toward home, tired from conflict.

Please, my only and truest Love, loyal companion, master, lover, friend – of You, does the spectrum provide likenesses the discerning and heartbroken exiled note.

Polish the surface,

set the lens.

Rivulet light,

dew on valley greens.

I hunger with voracity,

please let me not go,

not sing songs of loneliness, indirectly, over Our memories.

Aye, Rabbenu shel Olam,

Du.