God follows me everywhere—
Spins a net of glances around me,
Warms my sightless back like the sun.
Spins a net of glances around me,
Warms my sightless back like the sun.
God follows me like a forest everywhere.
My lips, filled with wonder, are fully numb, dumb
Like a child who blunders upon an ancient holy place.
My lips, filled with wonder, are fully numb, dumb
Like a child who blunders upon an ancient holy place.
God follows me like a shiver everywhere.
The desire in me is for rest; the demand within me is: Rise up,
See how prophetic visions lie neglected in the streets!
The desire in me is for rest; the demand within me is: Rise up,
See how prophetic visions lie neglected in the streets!
I wander with my reveries as with a secret
In a long corridor through the world—
And sometimes I see, high above me, the faceless face of God.
In a long corridor through the world—
And sometimes I see, high above me, the faceless face of God.
- Abraham Joshua Heschel -
Artist: Maureen L. White, www.urbanpasturesart.com
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