Your Great Problem
God has all your problems in hand,
your greatest problems,
your gut-wrenching, insoluble problems.
What is your great problem?
Jerusalem wandering in the wilderness...
Jerusalem, like a thorn in the side of the nations.
No matter how many times she is ravished
she is a virgin
in her mind, and in the eye of those who behold her,
from heaven and on earth.
She cannot grow old.
Only the day when she embraces her Mashiach
will be the day of her Bat Mitzvah.
God has all your problems in hand.
He owns your problems.
It is the Spirit of God hovering upon the waters,
who is disturbing the beginning and the end.
God turns the world of your problems
inside out and upside down.
What is your big question?
What is your great problem?
You see the beginning of your problem
and its end,
as you are just about to be born.
What is this Jerusalem
wandering in the wilderness of the world
that you see is your problem?
Is this the soul in which you belong?
This is your big question...
Is this Jerusalem the problem that you inherit
in your new birth?
God has all your problems in hand.
He shows you the intricacies of the moon,
even the intricacies of the sun.
He shows you how far he allows
the sun and the moon to walk
on a Sabbath's day.
He opens his hand and shows you
all the damages
that your great problems of life cause.
And he swears and oath
in his own name
that your problems are his problems.
He makes his name to be your problem.
What now is your problem,
your big problem that you know so little about?
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God finds you abandoned in your blood,
a newborn left behind in a deserted land.
He makes you his own problem.
His pity for you
creates a great emptiness in his heart,
and therein he creates
new heavens and a new earth,
and you will be his dwelling place there.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
God turns your world inside out
and upside down.
Your feet walk upon the circuits
of the moon and the sun,
doing and hearing the word of God.
He lifts you up to pick apples
from the apple field in a world far above you,
that is too high for you.
Jerusalem, sweet child, adopted of God,
the intricacies of your face
the perfection of its light, its lines and its limits
God has put into his pocket.
He has encased you in a precious, living, eternal jewel,
placed as a pocket upon his heart.