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Teshuvah
I cry out with passion to a cold and empty void. Where are my people? Hidden in Sheol? Do I cry in vain to only graves of stinking bones? Can symbols of some other gods be seen carved upon your marble eulogies? Have you somehow forgotten your only Elohiym? Has He now forgotten you? Orthodox, Hasidic, Reform, Conservative, Hellenistic Cabalistic, Platonic or Aristotle’s Gnostic, all manner of diverse persuasions abound. He, Oh bless his Holy Name, invented no such blasphemy. Teshuvah, Return! Return to Him and He will return to you. Teshuvah, my people, Teshuvah, return. May my people return again from sheol from the searingly cold sure grip of death. Arise my people. Shake off these cruel, self inflicted bonds Return to Him and Bless His Holy Name. Hear Oh Israel His still small voice. Return, return, return,
teshuvah my people return.
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