Dark, this day of his descending as
his heart – Kristallnacht scarred – heaves
even while we attempt to keel evil,
to position the passion while he,
he slips into the dark
to take darkness into himself.
Light beckons but for now, now he
descends all the way down
to be beside the despised,
to sit awhile with widows, with waifs,
to wander with those who make a home of wandering
aimlessly, wordlessly, yet now with the Word.