The Rabbi

I, Jeremiah, am learning to feel like G-d

a marriage metaphor, a people (once) loved
gone a whoring, often
anywhere, all know, no shame
but you turn to your first love when trouble arrives

he will take
me back, he always has, he always will

Consider Israel
G-d loved, Israel harlot-ed
nothing worked so exile, divorce
and now Judah sells herself as Israel never did
I cry with G-d, perhaps for him, jilted twice
does G-d exist if he has no people?
He does (vicariously in me)

G-d sends me, I speak
for him, my eyes are not his
my heart is not his, but my
mouth is his mouth--my G-d who am I to do that for you?

how I loved them
sure they compromised
all do
it's really not that bad
slowly they left me for another

So what does he say to me?
go
call them back
so I do...reluctantly

look, think, consider what he offers
all that you ever could want
you can have it now,
you, don't? why?
me?
don't blame me!

I give myself
I am persecuted
But they don't hear, they don't listen
they are unwilling to let go, other gods
it's always about other gods

I, Jeremiah, wait
with G-d
their voice fades
they will never return

G-d how much longer must I walk so
70 x 7? my soul G-d
just who are you?
who do you want me to be?