I am like the Rock in Horeb,
an island in the gray sea
of the wasteland of Sin;
unmoving, unhidden,
stubborn to the stars.
Strike me, break me open
at the dry fractures
where spiders spin lace
around dry husks,
and the whirling grain of sand
births no pearl.
Let life flow from the fissures,
washing me clean of Amalek
until I am like a pebble
shining in the sparkling garden stream,
dancing though still
through shadow in light.
You are like the Rock in Horeb,
an island in the sea of sin;
the source I seek
as I die in the desert,
stubborn to the stars.
The Rock of Horeb: Exploring its History and Significance
