So we had another meeting of the machzor class, and we were asked to write a bit on our concept of God, and how it agrees or disagrees with the liturgical language. Here's what I wrote:
You are Great and unknowable, Builder of galaxies and Small Voice of conscience, and I don't know whether to kneel before You, sing a song of praise, or curl up in Your lap. Part of me is awed and unable to say anything to You, and part of me wants to cling to Your fur like a baby koala. The God I thank for each new day is both big and loving, majestic and maternal.
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