The great Giver has ended His disposing;
the long day
is over and the gates are closing.
How badly all that has been read
was read by us,
how poorly all that should be said.
All wickedness shall go in smoke.
It must, it must!
The just shall see and be glad.
The sentence is sweet and sustaining;
for we, I suppose, are the just;
and we, the remaining.
If only I could write with four pens between five fingers
and with each pen a different sentence at the same time-
but the rabbis say it is a lost art, a lost art.
I well believe it. And at that of the first twenty sins
that we confess,
five are by speech alone;
little wonder that I must ask the Lord to bless
the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart.
Now, as from the dead, I revisit the earth and delight
in the sky, and hear again
the noise of the city and see
earth's marvelous creatures-men.
Out of nothing I became a being,
and from a being I shall be
nothing - but until then
I rejoice, a mote in Your world,
a spark in Your seeing.
by Charles Reznikoff