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The Wanting Wanderer

Long before I read the story of Abraham
I knew that I was a sojourner on this earth
Destined to wander but never finding rest
Like a crooked block tossed on
A symmetrical pegboard landscape
Both detached yet present
Never fully connected, drifting onward
Having the Love of the Creator
Placed in the center of an otherwise hollow self
My sun of gravity, the black hole of being
Thank G-d for mercy, lest I collapse inward
The crush of time's weight perhaps life's only refinement
Caught in a web of pedestrian life
I march on like Pierre in War and Peace
All the while admiring the one who prays
"Lay me down like a stone,
And raise me up like a loaf."
Desiring all that this fleeting life has to offer.

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