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Theme for Sunday
God follows me everywhere—
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.
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!
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.
[God follows me in tramways, in cafés.
And it is only with the backs of one’s eyes that one can see
How secrets ripen, how visions come to be.]
Got Geyt Mir Nokh Umetum (God Follows Me Everywhere) by Abraham Joshua Heschel
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