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BS"D
The Master of Prayer
Like seamless wood polished smooth until the grain
Is luminous, its hidden core revealed,
He stands above the tangled, fruitless plain.
Longing for the radiance, concealed
By thorny, fragrant underbrush, we climb
Like roses over stony hills until our prayers entwine
With his. Leaning in the sun, in solitude, we stand as one.
Ashira Morgenstern, Jerusalem
13 Tammuz 5764
The Master of Prayer goes into his room and closes the door.
He closes his eyes. He descends.
He sinks deeper than earth, past the places of the humble.
He passes the scientists, the sages, the prophets, the Hidden Just.
He reaches the workshop of prayer, the anvil of breath.
He toils there until he has it, the prayer that will shift the mountain.
Now we haul on our ropes of prayer that he may rise.
Esther Cameron, Madison WI
19 Tammuz 5764
By green pastures we cower
To the currency of subjugation.
Trying to transform this global power
Into a charitable nation.
We sacrifice the greater god
For the greater good -
To restore the memory of G-d
And taste again His wondrous food.
Rivka Pontos, Jerusalem
20 Tammuz 5764
The Master of Prayer - Combined Poem
The Master of Prayer goes into his room and closes the door.
By green pastures we cower to the currency of subjugation.
Like seamless wood polished smooth until the grain
He closes his eyes. He descends.
Trying to transform this global power
Luminous, its hidden core revealed,
He sinks deeper than earth, past the places of the humble,
Into a charitable nation.
He stands above the tangled, fruitless plain;
He passes the scientists, the sages, the prophets, the Hidden Just.
We sacrifice the greater god
Longing for the radiance. Concealed,
He reaches the workshop of prayer, the anvil of breath.
For the greater good,
By thorny, fragrant underbrush, we climb.
He toils there until he has it, the prayer that will shift the mountain
To restore the memory of G-d.
Like roses over stony hills until our prayers entwine.
Now we haul on our ropes of prayer that he may rise
And taste again. His wondrous food
Is with his leaning in the sun. In solitude, we stand as one.
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Title and edited by Ashira
