Master of eternity,
Who numbers the stars
and the dust,
Who counts our souls -
our deeds -
our days.
You, who remembers
what time has forgotten,
Who writes and seals -
though we tell our own stories,
and live our own lives -
Blessed is the One
Who opens the gates
that we, ourselves, have closed.
God of stillness and secrets,
whose name is hidden
within our own,
Let me draw near
so that I may know
water and fire,
sword and beast,
famine and thirst,
riot and plague.
Sound the shofar!
I will hear your call
while angels tremble,
That I may know
rest and wandering,
harmony and dissonance,
peace and suffering.
Write upon my heart
poverty and richness,
degradation and exaltation.
God of power and compassion,
of mercy and hope,
Breathe into me repentance.
Sing into me righteousness.
Fill me with prayer.
Let me return, God.
Fling wide the gates.
On Rosh Hashana it is written
On Yom Kippur it is sealed.
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