A funny thought

Your name is never Life.

You came to me as though in a dream.

You asked about miracles- whether they had all been used up.

I told you, step away from the wall. This is my place. Nobody told you to scream my name here, to throw your salty tears at me.

I’m grieving too, I mourned my people seven days, I warned them eight.

Don’t I too have a right to be alone here, and cry out, misery? Don’t I too have the right to shake my charity cup and threaten the children?

I’m keeping a cool head, but it’s not easy, being Ein Sof and Ein Od at the same time. I wish you would allow me to sleep for one day, and that the physics of reason would prevail.

Then, only then.