Dear God, Oh God!

This country has fallen so! 
We are panting dogs at Your feet!
Looking up to You, hoping for a miracle
in these senseless times of anger and hate.
A gunman here and four are gone,
a baby’s made an orphan
 in a rat-a-rat-a-tat tat! And that’s that.
The fear mongers are scratching at the door,
spreading vicious, Lashon Hara,
the Evil Tongue, past our furthest shore.
Will we be sand amidst the raging tides?
Will we be fluff in the twisting clouds of the skies?
The oceans are filled with all our tears,
but they do not stop there,
we’re the flotsam and jetsam in an ocean of plastic,
stinking in an ocean that is increasingly toxic.
Begin again!  Let us begin again!
Holy!  Holy!  Holy!  The angels sing
as our heels take wing!
Create another week for us to work
at our inadequacies, our inabilities to understand;
That we are only as great as our whole and
the good of the all is only great, if it’s good for the one.
A Minyan’s only a Minyan, if ten people show!
To find just ten good people, so it is said,
to save us all, but why stop there?
Twenty, thirty, holy people might bring down an angel
who could guide on the road back home!
But time is so precious, so precarious.
Our feet are bound, geisha, souls,
to achieve perfection we must fly!
We fill our hours with pretty things, but not Him.
Was it all just a whim?
Our God!  You are our God!  We should put you first, last,
and in between!  Let us become a nation of priests!
Pass all the paths that don’t lead to Him!
Wind up that two-lane highway
 up to the steppes of God!
To be with Him!  One, with a sacred space.
Holy!  Holy!  Holy is the snow and the rain!
All that’s fallen rises again.