The Word Most Precious
Each single moment greets my life,
A message clear from timelessness.
All names and words recall to me
The word most precious: God!
Pebbles twinkle up like stars,
Silent raindrops echo true,
What all creation echoes too,
My Father, Teacher, word from You.
My All, Your Name is my safe refuge.
Without Your nearness I am naught,
So lonely, saddening, is that thought.
All I possess, is just this word —
If forgetfulness would snatch a name from me
Let it be mine not Thine,
So screams in dread that heart of mine.
With every word I nickname You,
I call you ‘Woods’ and ‘Night’ and ‘Ah’ and ‘Yes,’
With all my instants weaving sacred time
A bit of ever-always is my gift to You.
Would that for Eternity
I could celebrate a holiday for You.
Not just a day — a lifetime. Please!
How insignificant my thrift and gift
Of offerings and adoration.
What can my efforts do for You
But this: to wander everywhere and bear
a living witness that shows I care.
by Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
English version by Rabbi Zalman M. Schachter-Shalomi
Original Language English, Yiddish