by Marc Chagall(1966)
Blood pulses like tympani in my ears
Because we take action.
Fear, I suppose—
the old Uh-oh. Or maybe it’s courage
coursing through veins unused to its power—
a fast-fast shuttle carrying God Light
across the dark warp of our body
to weave whole cloth out of the hope of us.
Because we take action, I am excited.
Witness Moses finally saying YES
and not backing away from the burning,
knowing his task will be inconvenient
Here I stand at the loom
ready to weave this cloth with words, to make
it light and dark. I pray to play my part.
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