One Torah For All

One Torah shall be to him that is home-born, and unto the stranger that sojourneth among you.
Exodus 12:49

The Golem

I took a lump of mud and clay
And with this I began to play.
I began forming it as I may.
My own thoughts determined the way.

As its shape I began to form
My thoughts they did transform.
I wanted something out of the norm,
Something that would truly outperform.

I was completely consumed in my mind,
The way to my goal I must find.
In my image it would be defined,
For I did not want to be forever blind.

I was nearly finished now.
Even though I don’t remember exactly how.
With a smirk upon my brow,
It was time my powers in it to endow.

As knowledge upon me lights
In this grandest of all nights,
My understanding is carried to new heights
As I perform these last rites.

But wait, what is this I see?
Is this not a mirror before me?
With this, I cannot agree!
Suddenly, I feel the urgency to flee.

Alas, is it for me too late,
My understanding to translate
Into actions that will abate,
And make all this mess straight?

I should have relinquished control,
To my Maker that was the goal.
For Him to make my soul,
Rather than I this deep dark hole.

My former actions I now condemn.
The making of my golem.
So I surrender it all back to Him
That He may in me fashion a true gem.

Zerubbabel ben Emunah
April 11, 2011