Scintillating, dazzling, spectacular,
vision on display for the children,
who gather around to ponder in awe,
the glowing orb in the sky, like a pinwheel.
My wayward friend, amongst the crowd,
hears a heavenly voice say, “I am G-d.”
Yet, convinced as he seems to be
of his newfound reality, I inwardly lament.
For, even Abraham, who lived amongst idolatry,
realized upon the testing of his intellect,
the foolishness of believing in the sun,
that only rules by day, and the moon by night.
There must be One who created them both,
he thought to himself, in an epiphany
that became the inception of monotheism;
giving birth to his newfound faith.
Across the years of assimilation,
The near annihilation of my people,
We still fall prey, to the zeitgeist of the day,
And the dark shadows of deception at night.