Poem for the Ten

I was born weak, my vessel so small,

No wisdom, no craving, no strength at all.

Alone I would fall, my Torah be dust,

But in you, my friends, I place all my trust.

Through your fire I’m lifted, your yearning my guide,

Your love is the shelter where I can abide.

Not wicked or righteous by nature’s decree—

But righteous through you, for you carry me.