I.

As a deer pants for nourishment of water

So I long to be rid of this curse

My own sin is the cause of why it hurts

But could generational wrongs as well infect my sons and daughters?

Am I now disqualified or worse, disqualifying others?

Could my wandering heart inspire the roaming of my brothers

I struggle up the incline, on my way to see him

My hope is on the decline, my wish for purpose is proving dim

I am but a poor and helpless worm

Will I speak to him with the proper tone and term?

I am on my way to see him, my consuming fire rabbi

Terrified to see my father

As I ascend Mount Sinai