There’s a pounding within my chest
from the depths of my mortal flesh.
The Lord, He knocks upon the door.
His hand is hard — I want no more!
A painful pulse: “Let! Me! In!
It’s cold out here in all your sin!”
My God, I’ve all but lost the key
in the mess of my selfish greed.
These concrete walls I’ve put in place
blinded by desire. I need Your Grace!
So knock, Hashem, as hard as you must
to turn these walls back to dust.
I’ll take all the aches and all the pain
if I might be held in Your arms again.
Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.
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