A Prayer

Come to me, come to me,
come to me.

Come.

To Me.

Spirit of the One on High

who holds lightning bolts

between his finger tips.

Creator of the dandelion and

designer of lion's roar.

Fashioner of this faith

that resonates in me.

Come to me.

Look at me, look at me,

look at me.

Look.

At Me.

I strip off my clothing

down to what I was

at the beginning - breasts bare,

thighs exposed, no hidden hair.

I proclaim my transgressions, raise

forth my lusts and desires and I ask

of you one thing, one thing only.

Look At Me.

Speak to me, speak to me,

speak to me.

Speak.

To Me.

I've left my doctrines and

teachings of old. Set aside

the Torah, my code of conduct.

I want more than words

carved into stone.

You spoke to Moses and Abraham

and Isaac and Job.

Now Speak To Me.