Wherever, God, you really are, <br />please tell me if you'd rather <br />hear words like “Allah is akbar, ” <br />or Blessed are the Son and Father, ” <br />or whether kaddish is Your choice, <br />recited by the Jews to One <br />who, saddened, wishes for our voice <br />to give him comfort, not his Son, <br />pleased when grieving we extol <br />His name, appealing not to might, <br />but to the way He plays His role <br />as well in darkness as in light, <br />respectful more of plowshares than <br />the swords and rituals that increase <br />in fashions of which He's no fan, <br />since His first name, and last, is Peace.<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wherever-you-are-2/
