Work Text:
I saw God face to face.
I asked Her,
How can we know the way?
(The churning inside me never stops)
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place.
The way of an eagle in the air,
the way of a ship in the midst of the sea.
(The way of a serpent upon a rock,
Like gentle rain upon the tender grass —-)
It is written,
God is love.
And yet
You cast them down to ruin.
Did you not swear to me, your servant:
Two are better than one,
For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow?
How can one keep warm alone?
