The wandering Jew

The Wandering Jew
 
In the shadowy woods, I stood alone, old, and silent.
There, the hidden source murmured bitterly, mysterious prophecies.
Where do you run, crying little Jew? Inside the thicket, you may have hidden out of fear.
Do you think that the bushes and trees and the flourishing grassy weeds of the meadows have not seen you?
Come to me; I do not know your name, but I will keep you hidden.
Stop and calm down. You will have your trust well placed in me.
I will make you a kippah with leaves and weave a fragrant taleth with the stems.
Walnut husks will be your tefillim. Siddur I do not own, but follow my words,
In Him—of all the beginnings, origins, and ends—place the serene trust that the saint wants.
He will guide you like a good shepherd. Nothing will He make you miss,
In green valleys with silent waters, he will lead you and make you rest.
You, my son, have fled from the wickedness of the Gentiles.
I then, on the night of Pesach, came out of Egypt.
Our sour and bitter days remind us of the arduous paths,
That, He, the Clement Master, had pointed out for His humbled people just coming out of Eden.
In the beginning, the word became flesh, and Adam was allowed to participate in the creation and give all creation a name.
So that animate and inanimate beings, all grateful to Him for being created, could worship the Divine even if they did not know how.
When Adam and Eve were expulsed from the Garden of Eden, I thought Angel went with them.
Proudly aware of my condemnation, I did not dare to complain about the Lord’s decision.
 Since then, I have been traveling the world without ever being able to stop. Old and silent, I have been waiting for you. By helping you in Galut, boy, I hope He will forgive me.
Hebrew words
Kippah head cover for prayer
Taleth prayer mantle
Tefillin Phylacteries
Siddur, the prayer book
Pesah Passover

Galut Exile (for observant exile from the presence of