Journey of the Shunammite: And Other Poems

...Aaron the priest raised his

arms to bless us, he said,

in our searching.

We stirred uneasily

and turned back to the fire.

The calf glowed more brightly

the faster we whirled. My

heart was joyful.

And then Moses was there.

His eyes blazed with anger.

His voice shook the black rocks. P>As he faced us the dawn

began to grow

behind him. We watched the

calf lose its luster in

the cold morning light and

then we turned once again

to the mountain.

from No Leader, No God