Sitting in shul some years ago, I saw Lynn Greenhough praying, and then I saw this:
Drawing a Kerten
I saw a wouman rapt in her praer shawl
Leening aggens a wall, werd mermerz.
The shaddo frum her eyz astreek her fase,
A streemen ov teerz, a vort ov praerz.
Between her and the Divvine Prezzens
Oenlee a silk shawl separaten.
Her silken tullet*, aglint ov the lite *praer shawl
Arrownd a Soel unkloken tu the Lor.
I saw a man hu haz lern wun thing:
If he kloke hiz Soel, he kan hide frum the Prezzen.
He kan hide in the Prezzen, and justis will be bliend.
Kloekt in the vaelz ov Ertha he travvael,
Exxempt frum reproof, vale uppon vaelz.
He kareed hiz Soel down tu Addom,
Kloking ov lite in the dens shaddoez.
Mor he hiedz, afrayen hiz Soel
Till it thredbare and seesez tu exxist.
We ar born naked,
But we kan hide ower Soelz tu deth.
But thoze hu begin tu leev the vaelenz,
Assending the ladderz with Yakoevz aenjelz,
Thay hav bin kalld, Preestlee Wunz.
Deziyer tu be tranzparen in the Prezzens,
Thaer Soel a lenz tu a lite.
I saw her, rapt in her tullet, weeping,
Divvine Pressens astreek with shaedz.
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