"Just Jewish," A Poem for Imperfect Judaism
I know I am;
I am a Jew,
Know how good this is to be.
But how now this Jew to be good and true,
As these living trials stride through?
I know, this reflection, can never,
Reach God’s perfection,
Goodness through dust till dust.
But I try, just try, try just to be just.
Not the perfect Jew, that I am not.
Perfectly try I try to help what I see,
I can do this now to achieve.
Can I be some truth,
By doing this good,
Being a blessing with mercy and faith?
Just an image am I, walking through this life,
Approach God now with nearness each step,
So I know, I am not the just perfect Jew,
I just try to do my part of the good,
Am I right? Yes I seek right,
Being part of that hue,
Just doing my part of the range being just,