A Time of Need

B"H

All Prayers Come to Me

Born of darkness

Blooms of light

Heartfelt passage

Lost at night

In the fear

Released by joy

Held as ballast and trembling

Step by step

The ladder grows tall

Jacob's rungs climb and wrestle slow

Every toe may stub its mark

All the battles struggle

Every moon does wax and wane

Divine sparks do shine and feign

Another world amidst our own

Of faith and grace embracing

It is our own

And G-d said, "All prayers come to Me."