“A Prayer to the Shekinah”   (The Glory of God)

Come be our mother             
we are your young ones
Come be our bride               
we are your lover
Come be our dwelling                       
we are your inhabitants
Come be our game               
we are your players
Come be our punishment      
we are your sinners
Come be our ocean              
we are your swimmers        
Come be our victory             
we are your army
Come be our laughter                       
we are your story
Come be our Shekinah         
we are your glory    
We believe that you live
Though you delay               
we believe you will certainly come

When the transformation happens as it must
When we remember
When she wakes from her long repose in us
When she wipes the nightmare
Of history from her eyes
When she returns from exile
When she utters her voice in the streets
In the opening of the gates
When she enters the modern world
When she crosses the land
Shaking her breasts and hips
With timbrels and with dances
Magnified and sanctified
Exalted and honored