Standing in the synagogue,
Waiting for a ride,
I sang to Elijah,
A prophet, a guide.

I saw the lights of the car for me,
And opened the door,
Elijah stood on the doorstep,
And more was in store!

His body of streaming light,
His head a smiling globe,
He flowed into my body,
And filled from crown to sole.

He filled the synagogue,
He fills it still,
He fills my body of light with light,
I hope he always will.,