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A poem by Hillel Zeitlin (1871-1942, Russia)
Source of all that exists, You create your world anew every moment. Would You but for a moment withhold your creative love,The whole universe would come to an end.
You pour out your blessings on your creatures every instant. And again the stars renew their song of love to You.
And again the angels chant over their song of holiness to You. And again the souls of mortals repeat their yearning for You; And again the birds keep chirping their hymns of joy to You.
And again the trees wrap themselves in their tallit of leavesAnd offer their worship to You.And again...