There is a craving after God.
Among our many attributes
There is a talent for worshiping God.
Jews who wandered in deserts beneath the stars
Knew their hearts were hungry for God.
Jews who studied in candle-lit ghetto rooms
Thirsted longingly after God.
In tent or hut or slum
Jewish women prayed to God.
But we who are smothered with comfort
Sometimes forget to listen.
Help us, O Lord, to recognize our need,
To hear the yearning whisper of our hearts.
Help us to seek the silence of the desert
And the thoughtfulness of the house of study.
Bless us, like our ancestors in ancient days
With that most precious gift: a sense of Your presence.
Brush us with the wind of the wings of Your being.
Fill us with the awe of Your holiness.
We, too, will praise, glorify, and exalt Your name.