Ohr Ein Sof - Light Without End
by Jacob Bacharach
In the temple beside the cathedral is a golden tree of life,
The leaves bear human names.
The Tree of Life is a diagram of the universe,
everything between the light without end and what mom made
for dinner tonight, a bridge between the abstract and the actual,
the angels uptown and the guys stopping for a drink before
they go home to help the kids with algebra.
One day one of those kids will spot the weak girder:
A bridge seems to be permanent but is at best
a temporary link, straight where the real world dips beneath us.
Creation is only the precursor to infinite moments of maintenance.
The bolts have to be tightened and the concrete poured over again.