A Soulful Journey

And you seek me by the fences I hear your footfalls sighing And my eyes are dark and heavy drops. Your gazes blossom sweetly in my soul And fill out When my eyes go off into sleep An angel is standing At the well of my homeland, He sings the song of my love. He sings the song of Ruth. - Else Lasker-Schuler

Give us (cries the nature of our race) our gods and goddesses; Give us the little fertility icons with their welcoming breasts And elongated beckoning lips… The philosophers leave the world naked and blind and deaf and mute and relentlessly indifferent, And the village folk – who refuse a lonely cosmos without consolation – Fill it and fill it and fill it With stone and wood and birds and animals and mammals And miraculous potions and holy babes and animate carcasses And magically divine women and magically divine men….   Cynthia Ozick in essay on Ruth