He Who Made
He who made
the eels that always
slip my hands...
He who fixed
in my somber sky
mocking moon to accuse...
He who set
rules and measures
for the righteous...
He has now lit
lasting lights
in my upturned eyes,
For He has ruled
that my sister weave
out in the open
- my white shrouds.
the eels that always
slip my hands...
He who fixed
in my somber sky
mocking moon to accuse...
He who set
rules and measures
for the righteous...
He has now lit
lasting lights
in my upturned eyes,
For He has ruled
that my sister weave
out in the open
- my white shrouds.
Written by Moshe D. Shafrir-Stillman