Status Updates From A Poet's Bible: Rediscoveri...

if my land cried out against me, indicting me with the tears that ran down its furrows man-made on the face of the earth - if I plucked the riches, its fruit, filling my mouth and gave back nothing / not even a thought expanding in gratitude / if I have planted any cause for anger in the mind of its tillers / if one migrant worked cried out / then instead of wheat let my hand reap / thorns

a love as strong as death

This re-working of Job cracks me in the jaw every time

"we walk into space unawed / unknown to ourselves / years lost in thought / a thousand blind moments / teach us when morning comes / to be moved" oh MAN, Psalm 90 hits different in this one

From the introduction, "How can I know the author's intentions? I can only imagine them. But if I fail to imagine them, I miss a deep continuity preserved by great, ancient poetry ... For myself, I had to discover the many human voices behind the liturgy. I had to hear the original poems."

you are so locked in yourselves - your coming out to worship becomes the ghost of true spirit / superstitions of new moons and sabbaths.

i can’t stand your weird impersonations of spiritual beings / your minutes of meditation / and Sundays off. / I hate that cheap indulgence of spirit / heavier than lead