Tefillah

Hillel Bavli

1923

Oh my God, my God,
Mighty One of my existence,
have mercy on Your lost son
who has wandered from the ancestral path
and, exiled to cold and unfamiliar climes,
sought to be close to You,
but has not yet found You.
I know
that You are far beyond me,
elevated above my ken,
are You, my God.
Yet this I know too:
Somewhere,
in the hidden places,
You…
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