Damascus Road Poem by Peter Eliastam

Lord, let Your Light erase from sullen skies,
The dark aurora of diaspora.
O that the veil be lifted from men’s eyes!
The ectoplasm of the ego’s aura,
Its subtle semblances and subtler show
By which the world is blinded by its god!
Lord, halt the Sauls of Tarsus You foreknow,
Who rampant with omission ride roughshod
Upon Your Word, another’s cause to plot.
Give sight to them by lightening-bolt to look
Through dazzled eyes at that which they thought not
To be – not in Torah – not of the Book
They thought their mentors knew and understood,
Who own the Tree, but do not name the Wood.