The Night is dark, the Seas, stormy
Posted on March 8, 2022
The Night is dark, the seas, stormy
Who even thinks like this Rabbi? Never mind coming out, and flat-out saying it?
We are all here for a tiny wander. A taster. That’s all.
Then, with a soft sigh? We are gone.
To seek only power, and wealth, and status in this little Life? Obsessively, maniacally, so?
It’s like sailing your ship, at night, through fog, and torrential rain, past hidden ice bergs, and uncharted reefs. Posing, strutting, preening. Your chest all puffed out.
“Full speed ahead! We are the highest and most cultured!”
With the plastic lens caps still on your binoculars. You can’t see anything. You’re sailing blind.
The wiser captain slows down.
Peering intently through his binoculars, hour after hour, through the darkness.
The windscreen wipers clacking time.
Rain running down the windows.
His heart? Humble. In love with the seas. His feet, sturdily braced, against the rhythm of Life.
Deeply, deeply, respectful, of that which he barely discerns…