Tears will sow fields of teshuva
Until the water dries up
And my psalms are naked
But the blotched ink
Still remembers
How we swam together with all the sea creatures
Now yearling plants wither and shiver and
Sway, back and forth,
Quietly singing to end the drought
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The suspended stone falls back down
So I should revert to the natural Unknown
But creation always relies on His mouth
So teshuva seeds will always sprout
