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.

About Lisa Tremback

I started writing in Elementary school and was published in school and local newspapers. I graduated from Columbia College in Chicago and studied under the poet, Bill Knox. I have been published at Colorado State University's underground newspaper. I enjoy writing almost every day and love to write about my relationship with G-d.

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