Ten friends together, one circle of flame,
Each shines a facet, though none are the same.
One gives with kindness, another with might,
Together they weave the Creator’s Light.
Alone we are fragments, confused and apart,
But joined we discover one vessel, one heart.
Like colors refracting through sapphire’s face,
We fashion a prism for infinite grace.
At times I am Hod, in silence I bend,
At times I am Netzach, determined to end.
Another is Tiferet, harmonies blend,
Malchut receives all that upward we send.
No friend is complete in the work on his own,
But each is a Sefira, a spark that is sown.
And when we unite with no self in between,
The Light of the Infinite fills us unseen.
So bind us together, O Father above,
Correct us through mercy, through strength, and through love.
Let ten become one, as Your wisdom has taught,
A soul made of Sefirot, living and wrought.
