Sometimes I think I have lived My whole life like that old janitor Who locked up after the rabbi And patrolled the synagogue at night. He never learned the Hebrew prayers, Which he hummed under his breath As he folded the soiled tallises And stacked the skullcaps into piles. He opened the Holy Ark by hand And dusted off the sacred scrolls, O Lord, which he never opened, And cut the light behind the organ. He ignored the Eternal Lamp (Woe to the worker who…… More »