Oh Hashem!
My dear old friend!
You're alive!

How blessed am i
to see you and the wind
dancing again
dressed in leaves, branches, or wheat.

To see you lighting candles at night
that glow only to light your face
while you like a mother, sing to me
"no matter how many shadows are rising
in the distance,
there is still a million mornings
scattered someplace"

and so i've unlatched the window
and so i've thrown open the gate
and if you'd come inside
Lord, i'll fix you some tea.