Radiant Jews

The words were overpowering
My connection was sacred
Because I ceased
To label God

I have a good reason
To love

Not only the stories
From the grave
And those star-crossed lovers
Fused, timeless electricity
Twisted around me
Rich and alive

I could have understanding
I could have forever

I began to fill in the
Sandals of the ancient people:
Bloodthirsty, promised, new born
Devastated, invaded, free, moral
Awestruck, alienated, angry
Altogether crazy

I wondered if you had to kiss them
I needed to know
Because the ritual was calm
But emptied
And abandoned

I loved, I tried, I read, I found
I thought, I welcomed, I longed

Everyday I rushed
Without divine inspiration
Into the unknown


Found poem from Yael Goldstein's Essay "When God Is Your Favorite Writer."