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.
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