The Thirty-Six Tzaddikim

Who is an important Star

In a cosmos which goes on and on?

 Everyone, a particle of dusty gases

Swirling, a dance tightly woven

By weavers, whose insight is delight.  

A pinpoint of light,

Our voice, a scant scintillation,

His Chosen music,

 The Planets Suite,

Crystal glass singing upon

The precipice of crystal glass ringing–

Stand

Alone, thirty-six as one,

A fragile field of gravity

Holding up the One’s Word,

Stretched far…

Holding close

Said to be The Tzaddikim,

Said to be The Chosen’s pillars

Bearing on their shoulders

The prayers for the     

Chosen One.